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The State of C'vry unregen^rate Man. 

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EmbeUiJhed'witb near an lOo beautiful emblematical Cuts, 

Emblems of the Life of Man y 
Are properly the Chr'ifian" s Flan^ 
Heaven^ and Earthy and Sea^ and Air, 
The great Creator'' s Works declare : 
Najy e'vry Creature^ Plant or Trer, 
Are Emblems of the One in Three, 

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?^jK5^"^HERE Is fcarce any thing mskes a 

)5( rn )5^ more lading Impreition on the Mind, 

)^ T )j( than Emblematical repreientaticKs 

4~itC)!©K^ ^^ Temporal or Spiritual Obje£ls. 

^ - Youth are in General fond cf 

fuch Things, and to attend to them in a pro- 

'^ per manner, is an Exccrcife which blends 

■-^Entertainment with Profit. It leads tlie Mind 

^.to a rational Way of thinking, and enables 

>''outh to make proper Comparifons between 

the Works of God and Man. There is not 

'.^one ObjecV in Nature, but what may in a 

f-: parallel degree of Compariibn be made ufe 

•^of to point out Something of Grace. 

;Ni God has in Compaflion to our Weaknefs, 

|.ftamped his Image upon his Works, that wc 

^ might ftand inexculable if we negle£Ved ma- 

^ king a proper Ufe of them. Many eminent 

^Ghriftians have fpent much of their Time, in 

v^lhidying the Works of Nature; but as thefe 

:' Objects do not at all Times prefent them- 

^ felves to the Senfes, on Account of the 

Change of the Seafons, we are obliged to have 

a ^ re- 


recourfc to Things of an Artificial Nature, 
and ihefe are called Emblems. 

Sin, Death, Happinefs, Mifery, nav every 
Virtue, as well as every Vice, have been re- 
prefentcd by Emblems, in order to engage 
the Attention, efpecinliy of younger Minds. 

Deformity will ftrike the Mind vv'ith Aver- 
lion, in the fame Manner as Symmetry or 
Beauty ftrikcs us with Love, and Admi- 
ration. The Representation of any Thing 
Vain and Perifhing, points out to us the 
llu«5luating and Periihing State of all Sub- 
lunary Things. The Reprefentation of Anger, 
Paffion, Sorrow and Defpair, are Objeds 
that can never be properly pointed out, but 
liy a Refer re nee to Something in Nature. 
The bcfl Exhortation let them be delivered 
.in ever lb Fervent a Manner, are too foon 
forgot; but when the Figure of the Vice 
we want to ihun, or that of the Virtue, 
v/e would recommend, are both prefcnted 
to the Senfes, they are feldom forgot. 

We are told that the Athenians ufed to 
made their Slaves drunk, and then bring their 
Children to look at them, that by feeing 
ilie Beailly Condition, by which the Liquor 
Lad reduced them, they might for ever avoid 

This was undoubtedly a moft horrid Bru- 
tal Practice, but it points out the necef- 
lity we are under, to rtprefent Spiritual 
things, by Natural Ones. It has been taken 
notice gf by fevcral eiiiiiient Moralifts^ that 



to make Vice odious, it need only be prefcnted 
to . the View. 

The fame may 'be f^.lJ of Virtue ; for none 
can behold it without admiring its many 
Beauties,, which in themfelves are a Trani- 
cript of tlie Divine Perfections. 

Mr. Francies Qcjarles, the Author 
of the Embkms that go under his name, was 
a ^lan ox the mod Exeniplary Piety, and 
had a deep Infight into the Myftcries of our 
Hol)r Religion. Bat for all that, the Book 
itfelf is written in fo old a Language, that 
many parts of it are fcarcc intclegibie in the 
prefcnt Age. "Many of his Plirafes are fo 
affccled that no Perfonwho has any Tafte 
lor Pveading, can perufe them with the leail 
Degree of Pleafure. 

!Many of his Expr.fhons are harfh, and 
foraetimes v.'hole lines are included within a 
Parenthefis, by which the Mind of the Rea- 
der is diverted from the Principal Objcft. 
His Latin Mottos under each Cut, can be 
of no Service to any ordinary Reader, becaufe 
lie cannot underlland them. 

In order therefore,' to r.ccommocate the 
Public with an Edition of Q^iarles' Emblems, 
properly modernifec, this Work was under- 
tsken, and it was firil put to the.Prefs, witli 
a View of promoting the Intrefls of Virtue 
and Religion. Evei>-y thing that was Ufelefs 
and UnnecelVary in Quarles, has been left 
out, and the Language fo modernifed, as to 
make it altogetiier confiibnt with the Method 
pf Speaking in the Prcfenc Ag-. Every 


vili PRE FA C E: 

Moral and Chriftian Virtue is reprefented 
by proper Figures, and explained and illuil- 
rated by Language, adapted to the meatiell 
Capacities. I have all along, kept the utili- 
ty of fuch a Work in View for the Benefit of 
Youth in General ; particularly thofe of both 
SexeSj who are going through a Courfe of Edu- 
cation to qualify them for ufeful Stations in 
Life. Inftru£lion has been fo blended with 
Entertainment in this Book, that a Careful! 
Perufel of it will give pleafure to the Mind, 
while . the Judgment will be regulated, and 
the Fancy led away from Vice, to the Prac- 
tice of Virtue, in her moft amiable Colours. 
All nature points out the infinite Wifdom and 
Goodefs of God, nor is there an Obje£l in it 
that may not be compared to feme Man's 
State in the World. . A Candle while burn« 
ing points out the Rapidity of our decay, 
although at the fame time it is fo gradual 
has hardly to be perceived. When the Grafs 
is blafted by Lightening it fliould put us in 
mind of the dreadful Judgments of God 
upon finful Nations; and the Vengeance 
that he will take on the Wicked . The Ra- 
ging of the Sea, during a Storm, may with 
great properity be compared to Paflion ; and 
the fmooth peaceful Lake, to the Mind 
filled with Serenity. Many of the purfuits 
in this Life after vain trilling Objedts, may 
juflly be compared to one attempting to catch 
the bmoke in his hand, or another endeavour- 
ing to lay hold of the Rays of Light. 



The rlfing of the Sun in a iine delightful 
Morning, is a flrlking Emblem of Divine 
Knowledge beginning to dawn on the Soul. 
Its gradual Progrefs in the Firn lament, U the Progrefs we ought to make in tlie 
Chriflian Life in .our Journey to Heavea. 

The approach of the Evening is like the 
de<|line of old Age, and ought to put us in 
mind of our approach to Eternity, from 
whence we can never return. A ftorm of 
Thunder and Lightening by which Damage 
is done to our tioufes or Goods, fliould put 
ViS in mind that God has a right to chaftife 
us as he thinks proper, for he is our Father 
altho' through the hardnefs of our Hearts we 
fhould be ignorant of him. Thus by attend- 
ing in a proper Manner to the Objeds that 
prefent .themfelves to our Senfes, we learn 
Knowledge in a gradual progrvffive Manner. 
Nature is as much the Book of God as 
the Bible; and therein we fhould be con- 
ilantly reading. The CLjedls here reprc- 
fented are of the modi ftriking; Nature, and 
it is prefumed that no young Per^o^^, who 
read them, will ever let them Hip out of their 

EMBLEM of the P R O E M. 
HEAVEN perfci-recl to EARTH.' 


My Soul afpire to glorious Things ; 
To Heaven flretch thy foaring Wings 
Nothing on Eardi deferves Regard ; , 
Above alone is thy Reward. 


VAIN World avaunt, I've had enough of thee» 
Odious thy lying Flatt'ries are to me. 
Oft have I try'd, as often been deceiv'd. 
When I in thee a real Good believ'd. 
What are thy Riches, but redoubled Cares ? 
And what thy Honours, but deceitful Snares? 
The greeneft Laurels fade upon the Brow, 
And but a-while their glitt'ring glories Ihcw, 
What are thy Pleafures, but delufive Toys, 
Which pall his Appetite who moft enjoys ? 
The Senfe tpo long on Reafon has impos'd. 
And Vanities too much my Heart engrofs'd. 
Gay Dreams of Happinefs in Things on Earth 
Have drawn my Thoughts from more excelling 

The great Concerns of an immortal State, 
Have fcarce been worthy of a Thought's Debate. 
A Round of Pleafures or of Bufmef? finds 
Conilant Employment for our anxious Minds. 
Death and Eternity, thofe awful Things, 
The Lot of Subjefls, and the Dread of Kings, 
From Time to Time we foolifhly poftpone, 

Negled To-day To morrow are undone. 

Rouzc then, my Soul, from this lethargic flate. 
This Inftant rcuzs, or it may be too late. 
How great thy Work ! and yet thy Time how fhort ! 
Can'ft thou be carelefs, and fo near the Port ? 
Heav'n and eternal Glories are in View, 
And thefe to purified Souls are due. 
Beftir thyfelf, and trim thy Lamp in Hafle : 
The Bridegroom comes — thou hall no Time to 

Quickly, my Soul, thy earthly Cares difraifs, 
J^^or Angela wait to waft thee to their Blifs, 

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Here we behold the Origin, 
The Birth and Parentage of Sin ; 
Between the Women and the Devil 
Were generated Sin and Evil. 

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BOOK I. Emblem I. 

EVE and the Serpent. 

THE guileful Serpent tempts our Mother B've 
With fubtile Words, her Judgment to deceive* 
Fair is the Fruit, my Lady, why fo fny ? 
See how it fmiles ! how pleafant to the Eye I 
Its Virtues too all other Fruits excel. 
And gives you knowledge to a Miracle. 
Reafon it has bcftow'd on me a Brute, 
Gave my tongue language, which before was mute, 
Tafte, and you foon fhali find much nobler Odds, 
A Goddefs you foon Ihall be among the Gods. 
O no ! {aid E-ve, I durft not touch or tafle. 
Death was denounc'd on fuch a dire Repaft. 
Truft me, and nothing fear, the Brute reply'd. 
You (hall not die ; I have already try'd. 
She look'd again — 'twas pleafing to the View—* 
Sh& puck'd, and eat, and we her Folly rue. 

The Moral, 

Hence we may learn the Devil has no Pow'rj 
He tempts, indeed, but he can do no more. 
If we comply, it is our proper Adl, 
His black Suggeftions too we can reje£l. 
When e'er he tempts us with delufive Wiles, 
Or our weak Hearts with gilded Baits beguiles* 
Let us not parley — for the Danger lies. 
And -he is fafeft who mod fwiftly flies. 
If we refill, he, Coward-like, will run 
'Tis by our Will alone we are undone. 
Let but right Reafon take the Rein in Hand, 
And ev'ry Paffion be at her Command ; 
Which added to th' Auxiliaries of Grace, 
Satan may tempt, but /hall not thee <iifgracc» 

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Adairiy hekold thy Apple now, 
Pregnant ^Yith ev'ry human Woe ; 
The Monfters fopn will make their Way, 
i\nd ^1 the \\orId rnuft be their Prey, 

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Sins Pr(^gtny. 

/J D AM, behold what Ills the Af pie held, 
^ With what a Brood of Monfrers it v/as fill'd 
What horrid Faces labour for a Birth, 
To plague Mankind, and ovcrfpread the Earth ! 
See furious Tempefts rage along the Air, 
And rattling Thunder o^er-head you hear. 
The forked Lightings flaih from Pole to Pole, 
Confound the Senfes, and amaze the Soul. 
The heavy Clouds now burfl: in gufhing Rains, 
The Rivers fvvell, and overflow the Plains, 
Storms vex the beaten Ocean till it roars, 
Its Billows rage, and daih upon the Shoars. 
Acrofs the Waves the fliatter'd Veflel drives. 
And fcarce amidft furrounding Danger lives. 
Water, and Earth, and Air, and Fire become 
The Scourge of Man to aggravate his Doom» 

The Moral. 

From the firft Sin, what Evils did proceed ! 
How have the Children ru'd their Parents Deed 
A hideous Txain of Ills which firft began 
In Adam, handed down from Man to Man, 
Thecurs'd Inheritance to all entail'd. 
All have enjoy'd, and is by all bewail'd. 
How varioully the Poifcn is diftus'd ! 
Glorious our Figure once, but how abus'd ! 
Malice and Envy, L.ufts of ev'ry Kind, 
Bebafe cur Nature, and difgrace the mind ; 
Dreadful Difeafes do the Body tare, 
And Life itfelf is one continued Care. 
The difmal Scene no Pow'r but Death can clofe. 
And' the dark Grave is made our lafl Repofe. 
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Whoe'er a Bee-hive does mold, 
Altho' in Roguery or Jell, 
Great Chance but he will feel a Sting ; 
The fwecteft Joys their Smart will bring. 

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E M B L E M. III. 

TJje End of Mirth is Hecrvinefs, 

THE finiple Boy for Honey feeks. 
And thruils his Hand among the Bees;; 
Thoughtlefs the lufcious Comb he breaks. 
His wanton Appetite to pleafe. 

The Bees, enrag'd to lofe their Store, 

Arm their brown Legions for Defence ;• 

r.i fwarming Numbers forth they pour. 
To drive the bold. Invader thence. 

Inftant they feize the foolifh Boy, 

- And with their Stings his Skin they pierce ; 
Where ends his Honey-fucking Joy 
In lamentable'Cries and Tears. 

The Moral. 

How prone is Youth to fatiate ev'ry Scnie, 

And taile each Joy that Fancy recommends ? 

Love is the Field where he his Game purfues. 

Game, which when caught, he generally rues. 

Cupid in Honey dips his keenell Dart, 

We tafte the Sweetnefs and bewail the Smart. 

We prefs the lufcious Comb our Gail: to pleafe. 

But foon are Itung by the enraged Bees. 

From Scene to Scene the Youth for Pleafore rove? > 

Seeks it in Brothels, or in lawlefs Loves. 

The painted Harlot with delufive Charms, 

Prefies the eager Lover to her Arms ; 

In Raptures and cxtatic Joys he fwims. 

Nor of the dreadful Confequences dreams; , 

'Till Health, and Wealth, and Time, and Friendj 

are gone, 
lie finds himfelf a Wretcli, forlonj, undone, 
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This World's fo vain and full of Trouble, 
That if it's ballanc'd with a Bubble, 
The light-blown Film will weigh down all 
The other's rich and mighty Ball, 

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The J^crld lighter than a Bubble. 

ANOTHER World put in, my Lad,. 
And more, if more there can be had, 
And fill the widen'd Scale ; 
Honours put in, and all the Store 
The Great have got within their Pow'r, 
Yet all will not avail. 

Look on the other Scale, and there 
You fee a Bubble blown with Air, 

What lighter Thing can be ? 
Yet it weighs down the World and all 
The precious Bawbles round its Ball, 

And turns the Beam you fee. 

The Moral. 

What mighty Comforts does this World afford 
To Man, who boafts himfelf its fov'reign Lord ; 
Short are his Days and tranfient are his Joys, 
His Life's chief Fleafures, Vanity, and Toys, 
M'hen firfl he breaks into the Light, he cries, 
Buftles a while, and looks about, and dies. 
Labour and Sorrow are his portion'd Lot, 
Dies while he lives, and when he's dead forgot* 
Yet is his Mind with vain Ambition puff'd, 
Altho* his Glor)''s like a Candle fnuff'd. 
In vain Purfuits his precious Time he fpends. 
That Time which Heaven lent for wifer Ends. 
Riches be hoards, yet Riches cev^ r can 
Lengthen his Life a Hair beyond its Span. 
Light, airy Bubbles catch his wond'ring Eyes ; 
With Folly pleas'd, ev'n when he thinks he's wife 
And when his Thread of Vanity is fpun, 
Death cui^ it (hort, an4 all his Work is done* 

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E JM B L E M V. 

The World with various Face is feen. 
As it is chang'd by Lull or Spleen ; 
Thefe are the Demons fcourge it round, 
^nd all its Happinefs confound. 

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Envy and Lufl the Scourges cf the UWld, 

ENVY and Lull are piftur'd here. 
With Scourges armed both appear ; 
By them the World is lalh'd and torn, 
And made a Wildernefs forlorn. 

Envy has Whips of Serpents made, 
And Snakes furround her horrid Head % 
Ten thoufand Evils Ihe inflids. 
Which Wretched Man for ever vex. 

Lull has a Scourge, a dreadful one ! 
By which the World is half undone ; 
It leads to ev'ry other Viee, 
And virtue murders in a trice. 

It kills the Seeds by Honour fown. 
Or blafls the Buds as foon as blown j 
'Tis a fweet Poifon that conveys 
Ruin and Death to ev'ry Place. 

The Moral. 

When firll the World in all its Glory fhone, 
E'er Sin was bom, or Man was yet undone, 
One univerfal Paradife was feen, 
And Earth with Heav'n might juflly claim a Kin, 
But when th* Oifence its baneful Influence fpread. 
All Nature ficken'd, and its Beauty fled ; 
Diforder reign'd, where comely Order dwelt. 
And Plagues and Sorrows by Mankind were felt ; 
Unruly Paflions, variable as Wind, 
With furious Storms diilurb'd his peaceful Mind ; 
Envy, and Lufl, and Malice rul'd the Roaft, 
And with his Innocence, his Virtues loft. 
Now Pains, and Labour, and all Kinds of III 
The clouded Circle of his Being fill. 

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The World, tho' turned iipUde down, 
And in whatever Light it's fliewn. 
You'll find its Riches, but a Drofs, 
And evVy Pleafure has its Crofs,, 

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All Vanity ; but in the Crofs Safety, 

THE Chriflian fhould the World difdaln. 
And reft upon the Crofs ; 
That is a Cure for ev'ry Pain, 
And makes up ev'ry Lcfs. 

Honours and Fame but laft a-whiJe, 

And Riches are but drofs ; 
They threaten Danger when they fmile ; 

His truil is in the Crof::. 

Be gone, ye Gewgaws of a Day, 

No more my Soul engrofs ; 
You fhall not draw my Love away. 

Now fixed on the Crofs. 

My Faith and Hope are anchor'd fure. 

Which you no more {hall tofs j 
Tvly heav'nly Treafure is fecure, 

Lock'd up within the Crofs. 

The Moral. 

The pious Soul is often fore dilhefs'd. 
And Spite and Malice never let him reft. 
Scorn and Contempt, and Poverty he feeh. 
Frowns from the World, and all terreftial Ills, 
No Peace he knows, but what his Confcience give?. 
Nor fcarce a Pleafure from the World receives ; 
Yet who his Happinefj can parallize ? 
Or what can equal his furpaHing joys ? 
His Eyes are fixed on his Saviour's Crofs, 
'Tis the Delights of that his Soul engrofs, 
Sxrengthen'd by that, he fmiles upon his Fees, 
Derides their Malice, Scoffs, and bruifing Blows ; 
Laughs at their Rage, and in his humble Cell, 
Defies the Fury boUi of Earth and Hell, 

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Sinner, behold thy Danger here ! 
How can'ft thou lleep, and Hell fo near ? 
At thee grhn Death has took his Aim — 
Will nothing break thy plealing Dream ? 

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Danger in Security, 

AH wretched Chriftian ! canll thou dote 
Over the gaping Mouth of Hell ? 
How can thine Eyes together clofe, 
Which Death eternal may unfeal ? 

Hear thy good Angel kindly warn 

Thee of the dreadful Danger near. 
Remind thee of thy vail Concern, 
' That mofl of all deferves thy Care, 

Death on his Bow has iix'd his Darr> 

And aims dire£lly at thy Head ; 
This Inftant from thy Slumber Hart 

E're thy grand Foe fhall Itrike thee dead. 
Art thou ftill carelefj of thy Fate ? 

Will not thy Danger make thee wlte ? 
Think what will be thy v.-ceful State, 

In Hell when thou Ihalt ope thine Eyes. 

The M o R A L. 

Who on a dreadful Precipice would flecp, 
When by a Roll he tumbles down the Steep ? 
Who on a Dragon's Den could reft fecure, 
Nor dread the Fiercenefs of the Monfter's Pow*r ? 
And yet behold how Millions of Mankind, 
As ftupid, and as miferably blind. 
Laugh, fmg, and dance around the horrid Pit, 
With Wrath Divine and Plagues eterne replete ; 
Thoufands they fee each Moment falling in, 
Yet unconcerned view the direful Scene ; 
Carelefs and indolent, no Danger dread, 
Tho' Death and Hell's in ev'ry Step they tread. 
Till the grim King of Terrors feals their Doom, 
Atid Hell 15 made their everlafting Home. 

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Weak, giddly, liairbrain'd Fools may laugh. 
And Draughts of Pleafure madly quaff; 
More Reaibn they will have to mourn, 
When once the Tables on them turn. 

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The Folly of Laughter, 

WHAT'various Scenes around me rife^ 
When I this wanton World furvey^. 
New Objeds ftart before my Eyes, 
Failiions and Whims and Vanities, 
Still pafs fuccefllvely away. 

One frifks and fings with merry Brow, 
No Cares dillurb his (hallow Brain j 

Now call your Eyes but juft below, 

figures you fee of weeping Woe, 
With all their melancholy Train. 

Another laughs and jumps about ; 

Yet fhould you aik the Reafon why ? 
All he will fay Don't put me out. 

You fee I am a merry Trout, 

* I'm not at Leifure now to cry.* 

The M o R A L. 

What a mad World is this ? Look round, behold-' 
What odd, fantafticlc Scenes themfeives unfold. 
Here Wealth by feme is eageriy pufu'd. 
As if it was the only, everlaiting Good. 
Ambition there mows down ten thcufand Lives, 
And wondrouily by Blood and Slaughter thrivea. 
Some vaunt their Peaigree and noble Eirth, 
And yet no greater Scoundrels are on Earth. 
Some laugh to fee how others play the Fool, 
Yet their own Names may read upon th« Roll. 
Here Mirth and Jvy in ev'ry Shape abound. 
And Noife and Riot merrily go round : 
Yet Death, they know, each Step they lake, awaits, 
And may this Night fteal thro' their barred Gates ; 
When, if he finds them unprepar'd they know 
Their certain Deem is never ending Woe, 

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The World is always turning round, 
No ftable Footing on it's found ; 
Time, with his Scytlie and Hour-glafs, 
Shews us how Aviftly all Things pafs. 

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The World daily changing. 

IF Time but give the World a Spurn, 
Round with"ihe World we Wieiches turn 5 
AVe have no liable Footing here. 
Our Fortune varies like the Year. 

The Mifer's tumbled to the Ground, 
And sll his Money's fcattcr'd round ; 
E'en Kings and Lords together mull- 
Ee relied in the comraou Dulh 

The World is daily changing Face, 
And Men are mown away like Grafs y- 
Bat lie that will not fjffer Lofs, 
Muft fix his Hold upon the Crcls. 

The M D R A L. 

How fondly v.e the World's Delight embrace * 
How happy, if we are in Fortune's Grace 1 
Her Smiles our chief Felici:y we judge, 
And in her F^.vours all our Blifs we lodge, 
Fools that we are, wiien tv'ry Moment (hews 
How oft herFav'rires all her Favour lofe. 
Short-liv'd and broken are the Joys we know. 
And all the Con^forcs we're indule'd below ; 
If in this chequer'd Scene Dcljghl we feel. 
Trouble and Grief are alv/ays at its Heel ; 
SuccefTive Days fuccefTue Cares return. 
For Man to Troubles fatally is born. 
This World's a wafle, uncultivated Field, 
And never can one folid Comfort yield. 
In Heav'n alone our Happinefs v/e fix, 
Whtre, with our Jovi, no Cares flial! ever • 
C ; 

E M B L E M X. 

Riches and Lufls at Bowling play, 
Sutan, their Friend, direfVs the Way;; 
Fortune holds up the Foors-cap Stake, 
And' bids- the Winner bravely tak-e.. 



Fortune s Prize. 

TWO eager Bowlers here are feen, 
Cupid and Mammon on the Green, 
And Satan fhews the Ground ; 
To Fortune they dired their Eyes, 
Who holds aloit the glorious Prize, 
That {hall the Victor crown. 

The Prize a Fool's cap is, the Toy 

For which their Time they thus employ. 

And ply with Might and Main ; 
Such, FortunCy are thy Gifts to Men, 
And fach as this thy gaming Scene, 

The Prize and Labour va;n. 

The Moral. 

Pleafure and Profit fct before cur Eyes, 

We here behold, contending for a Prize* 

Stutan, officioufly the Courfe diresfts, 

And wond'rous Friend ihip lovingly afreftj. 

Fortvne prefides, and gives the gay Reward 

"I'o both, as equal both their Cafts appeared,. 

Each with a Fool's-cap properly ib crown*d. 

The jufteil Reccmpence for Folly found. 

When we have cours'd the Chacecf Pleafure thrQ% 

What do we more than raging Folly know ? 

When a vaft Heap of Weahh wc have amafs'd. 

By Death we're fei^.'d, and in his Prifon cSffV. 

The Spend thrift Heir foon fquanders all away 

With jilting Harlots, or dellructive Play. 

Is not this Felly ? Is it not a Jeft r 

Who with fuch Gifts can truly fay he's blefs'd ? 

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E M B L E M XI. 


"■ill STi aiwIpiiiiiBrwi^ 

Luxciions Feeding is not r;ood, 
And Hedth is liurt for \Tant of Food ; 
O'er Nature liold an even Rein, 
And well obferve llie Golden- Mean.-. 

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True Happlnefi in the Mean cnly» 

HERE in Extremes two Fools you fee, 
Each lugging of a Breart ; 
The milkly Stream comes fa ft and free, 
Yet "neither of 'em's blefs'd. 

One fwigs and gorges 'till he's full. 

Yet fwigs and gorges on, 
Nor will his Appetite controul 

While but a Drop will run. 

The t'other Fool is lank and lean. 

And does but barely live ; 
From lufcious Food himfelf he'll wean. 

So milks into a Sieve. 

The Horn of Plenty, plac'd above. 

All bounteous Nature (hews ; 
Her Bleflings we fhould take in Love, 

But nether Gifts abufe. 

The Moral. 

Folly, we fee in two Extremes confifis. 
And Wifdom in the Golden Mean exirt5. 
Pleafure, with en unbounded Rage purfu'd. 
Makes net for Health, nor for our Morals good. 
Nor from all Pleafures Ihculd we be debarr'd. 
That on the Faculties would prefs too hard. 
Of Humours grofs the Glutton's Body's full» 
Heavy, unaftive, is his ftupid Soul. 
Nor too abftemicus in your Living be. 
The Body (hould be nourifh'd properly. 
"With chearful Mmd enjoy the prefent Good, 
For that's the End for which it is bellow 'd. 

Be this thv confiant Ru'c Avoid Excef;, 

Thus Health and ihall ftill thy Dwelling blefs. 

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#^ Ml:: 

For Earth, how ardent is our Love ! 
Tow'rds Heav'n how fluggifaly we move ! 
A Rein would check our furious Race j 
A Spur would help us, mend our Pace,. 

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THE heav*n]y World is plac'd on high. 
Which all wculd willingly enjoy ; 
How do we wifh wc could poflefs 
Its PJeafures and its Happinefs ? 

But the' it Is the blefi'd Abode, 
Slowly we move along the Road ; 
A Snail, or the dull heavy Afs 
Outilrip us in their quicker Pace. 

The World below, which we muft leave. 
From which no Good we can receive, 
With eager Speed we foliov/ clofe. 
Fearful we ihould One Pleafure lofe. 

Lo:iD, when my A(s fhall move too flow. 
Lend me a Spur to make her go ; 
And if my Stag {hould run too faft. 
Give me a Curb to ilep his Harte. 

The Mo R A L. 

Two difFVent Worlds are offer'd to our Choice, 
And one, or t'other, illll our Mind employs. 
But tho' immortal joys are plac'd Above, 
And Ihould engage our Vigilance and Love.; 
Slow and unadtive is our warmefl Zeal, 
Lifelefs and languid are the Hopes we feel -; 
But when to Earth's vain Pomp we turn our Eyes, 
Its tinfel Gewgaws and delufive Joys. , 
How eagerly we grafp the glitt'ring Cheat, 
Embrace a Cloud, and hug the fair Deceit ? 
How blind is Rcafon when our Pafilons rule ? 
-How llron^Iy Senfe prevails againfl the Soul? 

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V' V' V* '-/V'V' V'^.' V' V* V* ••/ ••s'V'V'V'*'-.-'' 


With God withdraws his cheariiig Light, 
The Soul is funk in difmal Night ; 
But his Return the Cloud difpels. 
Comforts, and Love, and Grace reveals. 

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Tht; Mourning Chrijttan, 

WHEN Doubts and Fears poflefs the SocT, 
And dark'ning Clouds around it roll. 
And God withdraws his Light ; 
How melancholy is her State ? 
What Horrors do her Fears create ! 
How difmal is her Night 1 

Retired from the World fhe mourns; 
Her {lender Taper weakly burns : 

All other Light is gone ; 
Patience a-while, and thou fn alt find 
Comfort to thy afHidled Mind ; 

The Day will break anon. 

The Moral. 

Dark is the Soul, and difmal is her Night, 
When God withdraws his comfortable Light, 
How oft to Heav'n fhe lifts her mournful Eyes ! 
How is (he poured forth in broken Sighs ! 
Broke is her Peace, and Confcience is perplexed. 
And by tormenting Doubts the Mind is vcx*d. 
Fear of his Wrath for unrepented Sins, 
Or the dire Dread of fome renew'd Offence, 
The fweet, calm Region of her Virtue fills 
With wrecking Tempers of foreboding Ills. 
But when again her Lord unveils his Face, 
And beams on her his all-enliv*ning Rays, 
The Clouds are vanifh'd, and the Sun appears, 
Joy is return'd, and banifh'd are her Fears ; 
Light, Love and Peace again refume their Place, 
Reviv'd by his invigorating Grace» 

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Hell's Tyrant rages Night and Day. 
And poor Mankind are made his Prey ; 
The Pvighteous, . who his Reign oppofe. 
He treats 3S his invet'rate Foes. 

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Satan in a Riige. 

HERE Hell's fierce Monarch you behold 
Advanced on his fiery Throne ; 
Hi^ Tyrant Power uncontrcul'd; 
His Pride and Rage fubmit to none. 

Frauii, with her double Face, he bids 
Stern Jujlice from the \^^oild to fray^ 

"Whofe rigid Laws and righteous Deeds, 
His Subjects Ihall no more obey. 

Faith he an Enemy declares. 

Always rebellious to his Will, 
Who from his high Tribunal dares 

To an Almighty God appeal. 

On Senfe he lays his high Commands, 
To clip her Wings, and blind her Eyes ; 

Vet (he holds faft, with both her Hands, 
The Crofs that bears her to the Skies. 

The Moral. 

Satan behold on his infernal Throne, 
Hell's haughty Monarch e'er the World begun. 
On Earth he rules with a defpotic Sway, 
And him the Wicked flavilhly obey. 
Deceiv'd by him, our Parents knew OlFence, 
And all our Evils we derive from thence. 
Lies, Thefts, and Murders, all from him proceed. 
He tempts the Sinner to the blackefl Deed. 
Such who his Schemes by Grace divine oppofe. 
He fingles out, and makes MankiiKl their Foes. 
But know, foul Fiend, tho' now thou may'ilfucceed, 
Eternal Wrath fhall ciu(h thy execrable Head, 


BOOK IL Emblem. I. 

Feeble and dim is Nature's Light, 
The Fire by blowing is more bright : 
The Light of Grace will plainly fhew. 
How little of oxirfelves wt know. 

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BOOK II. Emb L E M I. 

The Light of Grace, preferable -to the Light of 

THY Candle, fooliOi Cupid, trim. 
And make it yield a clearer Beam, 
'Till it is burnt away ; 
The Sun will ftill unrival'd fhine, 
And ftifle all fuch Lights as thine, 
By his Meridian Ray. 

That Fool's Attempt is much the fame. 
Who would blow out the heav'nly Flam.e,- 

That lights the World below ; 
For if his End he could obtain. 
The World in Darknefs would remain; 

So would his Foollhip too. 

The Moral. 
How apt is Man his Merits to proclaim ? 
To boaft his Worth, and propagate his Fame ? 
Reafon peculiar to himfelt he claims. 
And Bealls inllinded with Difdain he names. 
All-bounteous Nature furnifhed him with Light,: 
And all his Faculties are clear and bright ; 
No other Torch he needs to light his Way 
To Regions blefs'd with everlalling Day. 
Poor, vain, conceited Wretch ! one Word attend. 
Thy Polly hear, thy vanity amend. 
By Paffions govern'd, by thy Lufts fpurr'd on. 
Thou art the vilell Slave beneath the Sun, 
The Beafts the Law of Nature have obey'd, 
But thou that Law no Rule for thee haft made, 
Helplefs and blind thou art, and weak thy Pow'r 
/Vfk Strength of God, and Grace divine implpre 
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How eagerly the World We grafp^r 
Its Riches how we fondly clafp !. 
But could we get all we can crave, 
Death lays us naked in the Gravt, 

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E M B L E M ir. 

Avarice never fatisficd, 

THE Mifer here behold. 
With his all-grafping Arms j 
He labours Night and Day for Gold, 
For that alone has Charms. 

Still he adds Land to Land, 
And new Eftates he buys ; 
Nothing can fill his griping Hand,- 
'TilJ All is made his Prize. 

Could he the World pofTefs, 
And hug it as his own. 
How eagerly he would embrace 
The huge unwieldy Boon ! 

The Mora l. 

What is this World we hug and fo admire? 
What are its Daintiesj that we fo defire ? 
What are its Beauties, that fo lovely fhine ? 
What is its Wealth, for which wc iigh and pine ^ 
What are its Joys, that fo betwich the Soul, 
Poflcfs each Senfe, and aft without Ccntroul ? 
Empty and vain is all its choiccfl Store, 
Gay, idle Dreams, that fhine and are no morcj 
Uniatisfying, when they're moft enjoyed, 
And when repeated, we .ire often cloy'd : 
Yet, fo uncertain, and fo fwiftly flown. 
We fcarce can call thefe pretty Toys our own. 
Yet Ihould we keep them to our lateft Breathi 
They will all vanilh at the Approach of Death: 
In Heav'n alone thy Riches are fecufC; 
And th^f<» alon^ eternal 1}^ endure. 


Often the World our Hopes beguiles ; 
It's full of Stratagems and Wiles ; 
The Knave is always on the Watch, 
And fpreads his Trammels Fools to catch,' 


Cupid's Net, fpreadto catch Fools, 

HOW eafily the Fool is caught 
In fly perfidious CujtiJ's Net ? 
But, when by fad Experience taught. 
Too late he fees his wretched Lot, 

In vain he'll flounce, and fume, and fret. 
Daily we fee fuch Fools as thefe. 

In Love's foft Traromels fall inclos'd ; 
A while the Joys they feel may pleafe, 
Yet little will they be at EaCe, 

When ftronger Shackles are impos'd, 

The Moral. 

Fools without Fore-flght, and devoid of Thought, 
In the Knave's Trap wi;h gilded Baits are caught. 
He that is coming, now is deemed wife ; 
And he is fliarp who fufFers no Surprize. 
Friendfliip's a Mafk, which Treachery puts on. 
And he who mofl: confides, is moft undone. 
Look thro' the World with penetrating Eyes, 
And you will fee, in every Shape, Difguife, 
Religion too, transform'da thoufand Ways, 
Appears as various as the human Face. 
Virtue is miraick'd by defigning Vice, 
To catch th' Unwary, and enfnare the Wife» 
The Fair are ftudious to difplay their Art, 
To fix foft Paflions in the Ample Heart. 
For this the gay Coquette affe(5ls her Air3 ; 
For this the rigid Prude demure appears. 
Falfe painted Charms a dingy Skin conceal. 
To lure fome foolifli Lover to their Will. 
Mankind is fo difguifed with Grimace> 
Integrity can hardly ftiew its Face. 

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What 13 the World ; An empty Vapour, 
Its Pleafure what? A fmoaking Taper. 
Its Riches too are but a Smoak, 
By ev'ry Wind difpers'd and brokei. 

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E M B L E M IV. 

JVorUly EnjoymentSy Wind and Smohm 

THE pretty Emblem here you fee, 
Shews that the World is Vanity; 
A PufF of Wind, a Bubble broke. 
And vanifhing in Air and Smoke. 

Slaves to the World, and chained down. 
Yet with its Glories we are blown ; 
Tho* its moft valuable Stuff. 
Is but a Smoke, or ftinking Snuff. 

We vapour of our Liberty. 
y«t who fuch Prifoners as we ? 
The caged Parrot laughs and prates. 
Yet cannot ilir beyond his Grates. 

The Moral. 

Poor, vaunting Mortal, of thy State fo proud, 
Whofe Wealth and Honours Fame proclaims aloud; 
Will thefe the Anguifh of thy Heart appeafe. 
When Pain and Sicknefs on thy Body feize ? 
Will thefe the inward gnawing Worms deftroy. 
Thy Confcience lighten, or recal thy Joy ? 
Will thefe ward off the threaten'd Stroke of Death ? 
Or ev'n one Moment lengthen out thy Breath? 
Riches take Wing, and fly in hafte away. 
And Fortune changes each fucceeding Day. 
Honour's a frothy Bubble fill'd with Air, 
Its burfls, and all its Beauties difappear. 
Blown by the People's Breath, it fhines a- while. 
And the fame Breadth will its gay Glories foil. 
Riches may tempt, and Honours may delude, 
But Virtue only is the laliing Good. 

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Gold Is the Idol we adore ; 
He that has That can ne'er be poor. 
Yes, he is poor, and wretched too. 
Who will for This his Heav'n forego* 

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7he Deceitfulnefs of Riches, 

AH, Wretch, thy Tablets fpread with Coin, 
And temptingly the Pieces ihine ; 
Thy World is Ituck with Jewels too. 
To add more Glories to thy Shew. 

The Gold is counterfeit and bafe, 
Akho* it bears great C^/ar's Face ; 
Thy Jewels ^re but glitc'ring Stones, 
Pebbles not worth Groat an Ounce. 

Such, when they're proved, they're ever founds 
And thiir whole Value's in their Sound ; 
He who thefe Beauties will carefs, 
Poifon and Cankers muH poiTefs, 

The Moral. 

Wealtli is a Screen that hides unnumber'd Ills, 
And many a heavy Heart behind-conceals. 
Grandeur and State the Man indeed exalt, 
Drazzle the Eye, and lefTen ev'ry Fault. 
Yet fhould we judge him by unerring Truth, 
Negleft his Pride, nor fhould his Folly footh. 
His flagrant Vices, his corrupted Soul, 
Than others more deteftable and foul. 
Are feen and loath'd ; yet ilill the Man we court. 
And pay our Worlhip to his (hining Dirt, 
But who his Wealth, v/ith all his Sins wosld h^'ef 
Enjoy his Splender, to pofTefs his Grave ? 
Who would exchange the peaceful Calm of Life, 
For his corroding Cares and gnawing Grief? 
• Poor may I be, ff innocent I am ; 
To Heaven only will I lay my CIai*Ti, 

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':-V,.///l:]y '*.'/- :-"^^^^^ •'*""■■>••'• 

When Vanity holds up the Glafs, 
Beauty we fee and comely Grace ; 
But fearch thy Heart, and there thou'lt fee 
]M ore than enou2;h to humble thee. 

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E M B L E M VI. 

^'he Recamter.ce of Vanity. 

THE World's a Mirror which deceives, 
Aiid falfely Objects reprek-uts j 
Hi^ who her Flatteries believes. 
His fond Credulity repents. 

The World may tell thee thou art f?Jr, 
Brave, virtuous, good, and great ; 

Examifie vveW thy Heart and there 
Tiioa'lt hnd 'tis ali a pompous Cheat. 

A thoufand Things thou'lt fee amifs. 

Which have efcaped ethers Eyes : 
What thou wilt learn, is only This, 

That thou an neiiier good nor wife. 

The M ORAL. 

Big tho' we look, and mightily attrad 

The publick Eye, and many Things may ad. 

Let ns fedately fcrutinize our Hearts, 

And tell the v'ery Truth that Search imparts ; 

What Ihall we find whereon a Boait to raife r 

What goodly Thing deferves our Maker's Praife ? 

With every Sin we fee our Nature ftain'd. 

And there Corruption from our Birth his reign'd. 

Our Thoughts are all on Vanity intent. 

And each Aifedion on the World is bent. 

Immortal^Things, and Heav'ns eternal Elifs, 

Can fcarce a C .rr^er of the Soul pofTfls. 

Ah wretched Man I no more thy Merit vaunt ; 

Think, that the chiefell Requifite you want: 

Nor Wealth, nor Learning, Happinefs beilow, 

Tiie uJ'cfulJiKnC'-whcIg^f is thrjjelf t^ kniywy 

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The Mifer's pleasM with Heaps of Treafurc, 
Others with Dignity or Pleafure ; 
Thefc are the World's ; but give me thofe 
On which my Soul may fafe repofe* 

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. T/je good and had Choke. . 

THE furnifh'd Chefl: prefeirg to View» 
The Wealth of Heav'n and Earthy 
Riches and Plealures hour ty new, 

Both good, and nothing worth : 
Whatever may your Fancy pleafe. 
Here undiiputcd you may feize. 

Here one preferves his foolifh Toys, 

Trifles, and only fit for Boys ; 
T' other the Things of higheil Price, 

In his Efleem prefers : 
Wifdom and Foily are difplay'd, 
And you, and I, or both portray'd^ 

The Moral. 

Trifles and glided Gewgaws are for Boysy 
And Fools are pleas'd with Bawbles and with Toysv 
But Man, grown up, more folid Things expeftsy 
And childifh Fancies fcornfully rejeds. 
Thus he whofe Soul to Heaven does afpire, 
Whofe Heart is glowing with a holy Fire ; 
Who by his Faith celellial Scenes can view. 
Can fmg Angelic Songs with Zeal as true ; 
Whofe Treafures are depofited above ; 
Whofe Heart's renewed, and Heaven his Love ; 
With what Contempt he treats all meaner Things ? 
Ambition's Triumph, and the Pride of Kings ? 
The World's Delights can ibarce deferve a thought,. 
And Wealth and Grandeur he efteems as nought*- 
To Crowns immortal only he afpires, 
And Heav'n alone can fill his vafl: Defires. 

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Pleas'd with the Joys the World beflows. 
And its gay, tinfel, gaudy Shews, 
Out Minds are feldom lifted higher^ 
Nor to eternal Joys afpire. 

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E M B L E M Vlir. 

Thg Joys of Earth and Heaven, 

CHildren are pleas'd with Bells and Toys> 
In fuch their very Hearts rejoke. 
With Trities they are blefs'd ; 
Thus they who have no farther Ends, 
But juft to gratify their Senfe, 
On Vanity fubfift. 

Not fo the Man whofe Views extend 
To folid Joys that have no End, 

Referv'd in Heav'n above ; 
Earth and its Bawbles he negle(fls. 
And it's choice Niceties reje<fts. 

Divine is all his Love. 

The Moral. 

With empty Noife and tinkling Sounds beguIFd, 
Rattles and Bells may pleafe the froward Child. 
Such Mufick fuits its yet untutor'd Ears, 
And rough or fmooth, all Harmony appears. 
But when advanc'd in Years, and taught to know 
Notes from the hollow Pipe or ftringed Bow, 
The Bells and Rattles he to Infants leaves. 
And Pleafures truly rational receives. 
Thus when a Man has tailed Things divine> 
For Earthly Riches he'll no longer pine ; 
His Soul is wrapt in Extafies of Love, 
And joins in Chcrus with the Saints above ; 
To theirs he fervently unites his Voice, 
The fame his Ardour, and the fame his Joys, 
Looks of Contempt on this vain World he caife. 
And , tho' onjiarth,. of Heaven largely taftcs. 


Luft is ^a PaHion, fetid, foul. 
And mdfl: contaminates the Soul 
Severeft Plagues will it attend, 
Jind infamous is flill 'its End*. 

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, Loie and Loft. 

WH O hxEs tianform'd the God of Love, 
And chan^M him to an Owl r 
WhatPow'r on Earth, or Heaven above. 
Could make his Shape To foul ? 

It was the Owl-ey'd Monfler Luft, 

Whofe Aclions hate the Light ; 
Whofe Eyes in Gloom and Darkr.efs truH, 

And feek the Shades ofNight. 

But there's an awful Day to come. 

That Ihall thofe Deeds reveal, 
And Lull fhall have its final Doom 
In ever-burning Hell. 

The Moral* 

When God with Judgments puniihes a Land, 

What Pow'r on Earth his Vengeance can vvithftand I 

War, Peililence and Famine are his Rods, 

The dreadful Scourges, and the galling Goads, 

With which he vindicates his broken Laws, 

And rights his Honour's violated Caufe. 

Who is fo flout that can his Judgments brave ? 

Or who from Wrath Divine the Sinners fave f 

Where are the lofty Pillars of his Pride, 

On which fo long his Jnfolcnce rely'd ? 

His Riches, Honours, Pleafnres are no rafr». 

Diverted of his Tyranny and Pow'r, 

He finds himfelf, to hii> eternal Ccfl, 

Sunk in Perdition, and forever lolt. 

His Luils. to which he never gave Contrcu!, 

Withfuriou? Rage fnall bJall his wretched Soul. 

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What has this World been ever found, 
But a mere Emptinefs and Sound ? 
Can folid Happinefs be there, 
Where nothincr is but Noife and Air !: 

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The World mere Stund ami, Emptinefsm 

CLOSE, and yet clofer, Lad, 
Thy lill'ning Ear apply ; 
Try of what Metal it is made. 
Again thy PL«uckles ply. 

'Tis a mere Emptinefs, 
For all within is Air.; 
Nothing but Sound it will exprefs, 
And nought but Noife you hear. 

Such are the World's Delights, . 
Its Honours, Wealth and Pow'r, 
Mere Wind and Vapour, airy Flights, 
That crack, and nothing more. 

The Moral. 

The World*s a Bubble, form'd of lather'd Soap, 
It lliines a while, and ends a muddy Drop. 
It's like a Drum, that makes a mighty Sound, 
Yetin its Belly, nought but Wind is found. 
It's like a Foot-ball, kick'd and tofs'd about. 
All Wind within, and leathered without. 
It's like a Cask, when all the Liquor's drawn ; 
It's like a Bone, when Meat and Marrow's gone. 
No real Comfort can this Earth afford 
To JVIan, its boailirg delegated Lord. 
Grandeur and Riches, and the Gaud of Pride, 
AVither and wafte, and never long abide. 
The Moth andRuft, and Canker will deHroy 
The fplendid Beauties of each earthly Toy. 
True, folid Riches Heav'n alone contains. 
And Treafures only worth die Chiillian's Fains. 

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^ Ye Winds from ev'ry Quarter blow. 
And into noify Blufter grew, 
You cannot cauie me any Lofs, 
My Feet are fixed on the Croft. 

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Safety, on the Crofi alone » 

ET boift'rous Winds blow high and roar, 
J Tofs me at Sea, or on the Shore ; 
Firmly I ftand upon the Crofs, 
Where Winds nor Waves fhall give me Lofs. 


When I am iickle Fortune's Sport, 
The Crofs alone is my Support ; 
On that I lean in deep Diltrels, 
In that all Riches I pofTefo. 

When Malice vents her venom'd Spleen, 
A perfcdl Calm I find wiihln ; 
Let Men and Devils be my Foes, 
The Crofs is IHU my fafe Repofe. 

The Moral. 

The World may fpite, and Tyrants vent thcirRage, 
And Earth and Hell againll the Juft engage. 
Vain is their Malice, venomlefs their Spite, 
They fnarl and gnafh, but have no Teetli to bite. 
The Chrillian, in the Crofs of Christ fecure. 
Patient, their Scorn, and Buffets will endure ; 
^helter'd by that, their Fury he defies, 
His Shield in Danger, Safety from Surprize. 
That is his Comfort, when he's fore opprefs'd, 
Eafe in his Troubles, and from Pain his Reft. 
Death ihakes his Dart, but he is not afraid. 
For by the Crofs he knows his Peace is made. 
The laft Great Day of Judgment will commence, 
And Chrill and Hf aven will be his Recompencc. 
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He who once flruck with true Remorfc, 
Relblves he will from Sin divorce ; 
If to his Sin again he turns. 
His own Damnation dearly earns. 

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Satan turn a DoSIcr : cr the falfe PcnkmU 


COnfcience is wounded with a. Dart, 
That makes the guilty Sinner g 
The Anguiih wrankles in his Heart — 
Ah me ! he cries, I am undone. 

Hell- gates are open to receive 

My friendlefs, trembling, naked Scul ; 

Muft I in Torments ever live ? 

No mere in fenlual Pleafures roll ? 

Hufh ! hu(h ! cries Satan, pence, my Child ; 

Why on thy own Deftrudlion bent ? 
Many ^ood Years fhall en thee fmile 

When Death approaches then leptnt. 

The M ORAL. 

Ccrfcience at lafl to her Tribrnal's come. 
Judges the guilty Wretch, ar.d figns his Doom ; 
Nay, felt condemn'd he ilands before her Seat, 
And if he Guilty pleads, who can acquit ? 
Willi Sorrow pierc'd, he fees his difmal Cafe, 
• Grieves for his Sins, and Pardon begs and Grace. 
With many Sighs, and Tears, and by Degrees, 
His Wound is healed, and reftor'd his Peace. 
If after this, his former Courfe he takes, 
Renews his Sins, and ev'ry Promifc breaks. 
W^hat Gracs or Favour can he then expeft ? 
His Cries and Prayers, will net his God rejed ? 
O Sinner ! tremble at the awful Thought, 
Nor be, too late, by thy own Ruin taught I 

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Frail is our Nature, Reafon blind, 
And Clouds of Error veil the Mind ; 
Yet if the Righteous trip, he fliall 
Still rife iViOrc vi^'rous from his Fall* 

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The Righteous Jandfnjier by falling. 

THE righteous Man may chance to flip- 
Let Satan make his Boall — 
^e only made a hccdlefs Trip, 
Not therefore is he loft. 

If foil'd, and pjnk upon his Knee, 

He'll quickly rife again. 
And with frelh Vigour, you fhall fee. 

He'll Ibuggle might and main. 

And Grace divine will him affift. 

To triumph o'er his Fo2s ; 
With added Strength he fhall be blefs'd. 

With Laurels crowned his Browi. 

The Mora l. 

Frail is OUT Nature, and Temptations flroiig, 

A thoufand WeaknelTes to it belong. 

Our PafHons, turbulent, would run a-head. 

And Lulls, grown powerful, would take the Lead, 

Our craving Senf;.'s mufl be gratify'd. 

And Nature calls aloud to be enjoy'd^ 

What wonder then the pious Soul is led. 

In Paths forbidden carelefsly tD tread ? 

Yet, tho' he errs, unwillingly he errr- 

And flili his God religioufly reveres. 

His Falls but teach him firmly how to Hand; 

And how his PaiTi'ons better to command. 

His Vigilance is wak'd by evVy Lapfe, 

>\nd future Dangers warily efcapes. 

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The Heart rcpleniflied with Grace, 
Is comforted with he£v'nly Rays ; 
Kxcluides the World and all its Toys, 
?Sli]} C'pen to diviner Joys, 

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The Heart renevSd, 

THE Heart, when cnce by Grace rencvv'd^ 
And aH-its kwki^ Lufe fubdu'B. ' ' 
Shuts out the Wcrld en ev'ry Side, 
I; 3 Follies, v'anitiies, and Pride. 
Nq larent Sin r:»all fkulk unTeen, 
For all is Purity within. 

I: fighs indeed but not for Gold— — 

It views with Scorn the richeft Mould ; 
Infpired by a heav'nly Ray, 
It will on Earth no longrr flay. 
This World is quickly cut of Sight, 
And all its Glories vaniih'd quite. 
In Raptures it's employ'd above. 
Is fi'Pd with Wonder, joy, and Love ; 
And when it feels itfelfinvolv'd 
In Flcfn, it longs to be diffolv'd. 

The M o 

R A L, 

The Secrets of the Heart, to God alone. 

And all our Thoughts howe'er referv'd, are known^ 

In vain the Hypocrite, with pious Fiaud, 

Prefun^.ptucus 1 would Jmpofe upcn his God ; 

His all-furveying Eye can pierce tlie Veil, 

And fardifcem his counterfeited Zeal y 

Marks his deep-heaving Pharifaic Sighs, 

His mimic Saintfhip and uplifted Eyes. 

Ke wellobferves the fecret Mourner too. 

His downcaft Looks, and undifguifed Woe. 

He f:es his deep Diilrefs with kind Regard, 

And will his SufF'rngs openly reward ; 

With Joys unfpeakable his Heart he fills. 

And to his Soul, his Love immenfe reveals. 

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E M B L E M of the P R O E M, 

He tlat with Heaven Is la Love, 
Wboie Heart is let on Tilings above. 
Will never reft till he's afuir'd, 
That his Salvation is fecurM- 

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The P R O E M. 

Zh:ccre Piety. 

THE pious Chjiuian here behold 
His naked Bread to God unfold ; 
Humbly and lowly on his Knees, 
He prays to him who hears and fees ; 

Who fees and hears the Tears and Sighs 
That from true Penitence arife ; 
Who marks them with a kind Regard, 
And will their Piety reward. 

If he conceals a-v/hile his Face, 
It is to pro's e the Truth of Grace. 
Dear Soul, do rhou in Earneft De, 
Long he'il not hide his Smiles fiom thee. 

Dart up thy Sou! in fervent Pray'r, 
He'il lend thee an attentive Ear ; 
Thy Wants he furely will fupply, 
Tho' feemingly He may deny. 

Dart up thy Soul in ardent Vows ; 
On thofe his Favours He beftcws, 
Who, without Ceafmg importune. 
And will not go without a Boon. 

The Bofom Shafts of thy Defire 
Shoot upwards, tipt with holy Fire ; 
Feather'd with Faith, and edg'd with Love, 
Tiiey'il pierce his Ear, his Pity move. 

Ceafe then thy Doubts ; no more defpond ; 
Thou hall thy Saviour's fealed Bond, 
That he will give to thofe that aCc j 
Qan he impoie an eafier Tafl>. t 

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BOOK III. Emblem V. 

The pious Soul with Sin opprefs'c], 
And utter Darknels fore diftrefs'd, 
Strives to grope out her gloomy Way, 
And will at length dilcover Day. 

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BOOK 111. Emblem. I. 

T7:e anxious Chrtfiian relievd, 

WHEN Doubts and Fears the Soul becloud. 
And Errors \eii her Light, 
Abfent fhc thinks is e\'ry Good, 
And all a difmal Night. 

About her Prifon thus ihe gropes. 

In Darknefs long confin'd ; 
Yet ftill fhe lives, and feeds on Hopes 

Some Good for her's defign'd. 

At length a Ray darts through the Gloom, 

And meets her longing Eye ; 
Her Hopes revive ; her Siiviour's come i 

For now ihe (tQS Him nigh. 

The Moral. 

How dark's the Soul when God withdraws his Light 
And hides his Favour from our longing Sight ? 
The more we have enjoy'd our Father's Love, 
The more we mourn for his unkind Remove. 
We dread his Anger when we fee his Frown, 
And fear he'll leave his gracious Work undone j 
With fervent Prayer we his Return entreat. 
And beg our promis'd Hopes he'll not defeat ; 
Let us perfift, nor leave the Throne of Grace ; 
Wreftle ; be urgent, till he (hews his Face. 
He will be couited e'er He Favours grant? ; 
And tho' He knows, yet we muft tell our Wants* 
*Tis with the Humble he delights to dwell. 
And fuch he vifits in their lowly Cell. 
Whoever afks fmcerely, fhall receive ; 
There's nothing we can alk, but He can give* 

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What Fools are we, what trifling Toys 
Our Thoughts employ, our Hearts rejoice ! 
And yet can "unaiFefted fee 
A Saviour bleed for thee and me ! 

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rJjefooUJlj mrldlng, 

EXaclly view this pi«Slur'd Scene, . ■ 

And fee what Idoeots are Men, 
Their chief Delights behold ; 
Honours, and all the Pomp of Life, 
For which the World is Hill at Strife, 
Your Eye will hers unfold- 

Scarce can they turn their Eyes to Him, 
Who bled and d'f'a to refcue them 

From eveilafdng Woe ; 
Their Great Concern meets no Regard ; 
No thoughts for Heaven can be fpar'd, 
Intent on Things below. 

The M ORAL. 

Behold the Trafnck of the worldly Fool, 
For what he barters hi: immortal Soul ! 
Mere Vanities ! the Bawbles of a Day ! 
We fcarce pofTtjfs them e're they fly away. 
Riches, that Idol now fj much ador'd 
What Comfort can they at thy Death afford ? 
Honours, at which Ambition bends her Flight, 
Muft fet at length in ever 1 ailing Night. 
Yet thefe how eager' y the Fool purfues. 
As if defign'd for his eternal Ufe ! 
For thefe, neglects the glorious Things above. 
His Peace of Confcienv'^, and the Father's Love ; 
Objeds of infinitely more Efleem, 
Of greater Value and Concern to him, 
Than all the Riches in this Globe contained, 
Tho' all his own, and honeflly were gain'd. 

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Tlie Soul with Sin that's faint and lick, 
And Confcience fmarting to the Quick, 
No Hand can heal, 'till Christ appears, 
Who gives her Eafe, and dries her Tears, 

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The Sin-ftck Soul. 

THE Soul is fick of Sin, 
Nor Reft, npr Eale can find > 
Horrors an'd gloomy Fears within, 
Diftrafl the clouded Min^d. 

She feeks Relief in vain 
From what this Vy^orki can yield ; 
The jjys it gives ihcreafe her Pairr ; 
Not thus iicr Grief is hcal'd. 

If Jhsus once applies 
His kind rt-'ieved Hand, 
His Touch a]or:<j will make her nT:- ; 
He&kh ceme£ .-t-t his Comr:>and. 

Th^ >] o n A !. 

The Gofifcierv^e, burden'd with the Weight c-f Si;:, 
Is all Conft^rteft, Grloorr?, smi Dread wfrhiti \ 
No Comfort can the wretched Sinner know, 
For all he tltinks, and all he feels i:- Woe. 
He fees, or thinks he fees, an angry God 
Shake o'er his Head his dire tremendous Rod, 
Hell wvch its Horrors are before his Eyes, 
And Demons feem his trembHng Soul to fcize. 

But upward lock A Profpectnew and ftrange 

Will ihike thine Eyes with an amazing Change. 
Thy dear Redeemer on thy Couch attends ; 
The beft FhyfTcian, and the bell of Friends.; 
Declnres thy Pardon, feal'd iiv Heav'n above. 
And flicws thee all the Tokens of his Love, 
Alourn then no more ; but thankfully receive 
Thofe glorious Things which he'^prepar'd to give. 
G i 

[ 7^ J 

E M B L E M IV. 

Ah ! fufF'ring Chrlflian, don't complain 
Of Work, of Scourges, and of Pain ; 
AU thefe thy Sins have well deferv'J, 
When from God's holy Laws you fwerv'd^ 

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Mani allot e^ PorUan. 

-^"T^HIS Emblematic Figure (hews, 

X The wretched Lot of Man ; 
Ncthing but Work and Scourage he knows 

Throughout his fcanty Span : . 
Scare one Ihort Hour of Reft he finds ; 
Still in the painful Mill he grinds. 

But patiently be this endur'd, 

We have deferv'd it well ; 
The Mill and Scourge we then procur'd,- 

When Man from Goodnefs fell ; 
Of Heav'n afTur'd, it matters not. 
If wretched be our prefcnt Lot. 

The Moral. 

Sin brought In Sorrow, and a World of Woe, 
Ills without Number we mull: undergo. 
By Sicknefs, Pain, and Povert)' difirefs'd. 
By Devils tempted, aiid by Men opprefs'd ; 
By civil Difcord, or dcmellic Jars ; 
By Plagues, or Famine, or by bloody Wars. 
Life is a Burden, hardly borne, become, 
Yet 'tis confefs'd, is our deferved Doom. 
Thofe righteous Laws, our Maker gave, we broke, 
Renounc'd Obedience, and ihook oix" his Yoke, 
Hi^' Goodnefs we ungracioufly defpis'd. 
Nor his invaluable Mercies priz'd ; 
Ungrateful and perfidious we have been* 
Deaf to his Calls, and obilinate in Sin. 
Can we expecl no Punifhment for thefe ? 
Will Juftice always let us be Tit Eafe ? 
.No 1 'tis by juftice God fupports his Throne ;: 
Thi?, Men and Devils fhall for ever own. 

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*••.''•..••*•..••■•..••••..••••..••••..-•••.•■••.•*••.•♦.•.••••.••••.••*■..•••..•-, ••• .••. •• ••, « 

E M B. L E M V. 

From Earth derived, to Earth return ; 
Earth in our Birth, and in our Uurn ;. 
Let no Man boaft liis noble Birth, 
Since all mull own their Mother Earth, 

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E M B L E M v.. 

Mans Ong'mcil equal with BeaJIs, 

HIS Eeing Man derivM from Earth, 
No higher is his boafted Birth, 
FJrft railed from a Cold ; 
Fafbion'd'and wrought by Hands Divine, 
A Figure beautiful and fine, 

He bravely walk'd Abroad. 

From Earth arofe both Bird and Beaft, 
The hugefl and the very Icaff, 

The Plant, and Flow'r, and Grain ;, 
Vv'^e were all Brethren at the firft. 
And all by Adam\ Sin v/ere curs'd, 
All niuil to Earth again. 

The Mo R A L. 

Man, here behold thy humble Origin, 
t're yet thy Glory was defac'd by Sin. 
Firil thou was' t rais'd f om Earth's cold clayey Bed, 
From thence thou lifttd'il up thy manly Fiead y 
Form'd by thy Maker from an earthly Clod, 
Who op'd thy Eyes acd bid ihee look Abroad ; 
Fie gav4i the Senfe and Reafon, Life and Scui, 
And the whole Wo]ld fubmitted to thy Rule I 
Happy as Angels was thy Being nrft, 
'TilU Devil-like,, by thy -Ambition cars'd. 
Our Maker's Image thro' thy Means was loil ; 
And what can now poor wrt-tched Mortals boaiT.^ 
From Sin to Sin by ev'ry PaiTion whirl'd. 
We're made the Jeft and pro\erb cfthe World. 
Then pride thyfe.f no more, O Man of Earth 1 
Of thy great Lineage, or ennobled Birth ; 
When Death fhall kize thee, as it quickly muf^, 
A Clay-cold' Co rpfe thcu art, fcon turn'd to Duil, 


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E M B L E M VI. 

In vain we would wltli God contend 
A dreadful Foe — the kindeft Friend, 
Humbly receive what he infli^s. 
It is a Father's Hand correfls* 

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]•: M B L i. M VI. 
}Ium//ity Alans Duty, 

PRefumptufvus Man ! darft thou provoke 
Th' Almi^^hty God's avenging Stroke ? 
bhall a poor Worm, that crawli and dies, 
Againft his Great Cjcator riie ? 

Lower, vain Man, ihy haughty Crefl: 
liumility l) thee beft ; 
Rebellious Weapons throw awsy ; 
Fall on thy Knees and Pardon pray. 

No longer in thy Strength confide ; 
Who can his dreadful WVath abide ? 
Fall at his Feet, his IVIercy crave, 
Nor more Almighty Vengeance br:ive. 

The Moral. 

See here, and weep degen'rate Nature trac'd 
From the firil Sin, by v/hich it was debas'd. 
Prone to Rebellion, into Life we come, 
And this we pradlice till we reach the Tomb ; 
In Sin advancing, as our Age proceeds. 
Still heaping Wrath on our rebeliious Heads, 
O wretched Man ! how durlt thou thus prefume 
Affront the Judge who mud alTign thy Doom ? 
Should dreadful Vengeance lour on his Brow, 
What could'il thou do toward the threaten'd Blow ? 
With the Almighty can thy Strengh contend <' 
Or frcm his Wrath, thy Aim thy Head defend ? 
O no 1 'tis vain ; itoop Pnde ; his Pov/er own. 
And make thv Peace, before thou art undone. 

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When Goi> is pleasM to hide his Face, 
The Soul, impatient, fighs and prays. 
She may to Favour be rcftor'd, 
And feel the Comforts of her Lordc 

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E M \] L E M VII. 

Li^bt Dk'ine dif^eh Spiritual Darkncfs, 

WH£N' Clouds of Doubts and Fears arife,, 
j(lnd oveH pread the Sou], 
To Hehv'n he :ift5 his pious Eyes, 
Wiih Tears and Sorrow fall. 

His deepfetch'd Sighs his Grief proclaim ; 

He begs returning Grace ; 
Loudly he calls upon his Nunie,, 

Who has v/ithdrawii his Pace. 

If but a fingle Ra;' of Light, 

From that refulgent Sun, 
Breaks thro' his difmal Gloom of Night, 

His Griefs at once are gene. 

The Mo R A L. 

The picu-^ Soul is often in a Cloud, 

And 'Doubts, like Miib, his beamy Glories fhroud. 

He feais he's guilty of fonie great Miftake, 

Or left wiih God his Promife he Ihould break : 

Fears his Repentance fhould not be fmcere ; 

Laments his Want of Fervericy in Pray'r. 

His ftedfaft Hopes, tho' founded on a Rock, 

When Tenipefts rage, can hardly bear the Shock. 

Faith fometimes glimmers with a weakly Ray, 

And mental Horrors quite exclude the Day. 

But Peace, dear Soul ; with Patience wait a- while, 

Thy Sun again with glad'ning Rays will fmile, 

Again thy Saviour will reveal his Face 

la all the RadieRce of his he^v'nly Grace. 

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Well may he weep a Flood of Tears, 
Who feels the Weight of Sins he bears ; 
Sins which have made his God his Foe, 
And brondit on him a World of Woe, 

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True Pmtence. 

WEEP, weep, my Soul, a tearful Flood, 
Weep till thy Stock of Water's gone ; 
Then weep again with Tears of Blood 
The fad Olfences thou haft done. 

Goodnefs immenfe, ungrateful, thou 

Haft thro* thy fmful Life abus'd ; 
Thy Thoughts, and Words, and Deeds can fiiew 

Hovv bafely thou hail Mercy us'd. 

Let Sorrow then my Soul pofTefs, 

And Tears ftream down my furrow'd Cheek ; 
My num'rous Sins I will confefs. 

Soften my Heart, O God, or break. 

The Moral. 

Well may the Sinner weep a Flood of Tears, 
Who feels the mighty Weight of Sin he bears. 
He weeps he does a gracious God offend. 
His greatcft Benefadtor, Father, Friend, 
He weeps when he the bloody Scene unfoldsy 
And his dear Saviour on a Crofs beholds ; 
The agonizing Tortures which he felt, 
Prefs'd with his Father's Wrath, and humap 

Guilt ; 
Crown'd with fnarp Thorns he {^cs his facred 

And his gor'd Side with flowing Purple bled : 
Who that fees this, and knows why it was done, 
(To take the Curfe by Man deferv'd alone) 
But muft diflblve in Tears, with Grief confefs 
Himftlf a Wretch, and his Redeemer blcfs ? 

E M B L E M IX. 

Juflice, impartial and fevere, 
To pleading Mercy gives no Ear ; 
^Till Jesus Ihews fubllanrtiai Caufe, 
His ftrift Obedience to the Laws, 

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Jujlice and Mercy. ~ <" 

Juflice. Q Inner, thou haft a wretched Caufe, 

l3 For thou thy Maker's righteous Law; 

Audacioufly hall broke : 
What for thyfelf haft thou to plead. 
Before my Sword fhall ftrike the dead — 
Speak, e'er I give the Stroke. 

tinner. Juft is the Sentence, I muft own ; 
Altho' by it I am undone, 

1 muft my Judge acquit r 
Yet Mercy, Lord, I Thee implore. 
Of which Thou haft a boundlefs Store 
Forgive my mighty Debt. 

Juftlce. Lord, (hall I ftrike ? He owns the Charge, 

Chrifi, No ! fee the Prifoner at large, 

And point thy Sword at me ; 
My Death redeems his forfeit Life ^ 
My Merits end the Legal Strife, 
And fet the Sinner hee^ 

The Moral. 

Should God in Juftice with a Sinner deal. 
Nor to his Mercy fufFer an Appeal, 
Who could efcape the Sourges of his Rod, 
Or of his Wrath could bear the mighty Load ? 
Eut our Redeemer has perforni'dthe Tafk, 
And Juftice nothing has of us to afk. 
Whate'er the Law demanded, He has giv'n, 
And open'd wide an eafy Way to Heav'n. 
Quickly, my Soul, his gracious Terms embrace : 
Love him, and thou fhalt fee his lovely Face. 

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?. M B L E M X. 


This World's an Ocean deep and wide, 
Wherein we're toiVd from Side to Side ; 
Tumultuous Waves are raging round — " 
Save me, O Lord, or I am drown'd; 

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The ChriJiMs Support. 

1;^ HE World's a Sea, my Ship is mann'd. 
But weakly, I muft own ; 
My Lufts the Winds by which 'tis fann'd, 
And I muli fink or drown 3 

Unlefs thy Grace, O God, extends 

Its feafonable Aid ; 
If chat appears in my Defence, 

My Voyage fafely is made : 

O fave me from the dreadful Wreck 

And Rocks that me furround ; 
My tempeft-raging Paffions check, 

E're I am run a-ground. 

The Moral. 

The* Chrlftian fails in a tempeftuous Sea, 
And Rocks and Shelves obftrucl his du: g'rous Vr'ay 
Nigh founder'd by the heavy Freight ct Sin, 
He fcarce bears up againft the Waves and Wind. 
His Anchor, Hope, can hardly touch the Ground, 
And furious Blafts of Lulls are raging round. 
His Rudder, Faith, can fCarce command the Helm- 
While rolling Seas of Trouble overwhelm 
His leaky Veflel, and upon him break. 
And ev'ry Moment threaten dreadful Wreck, 
What lliall he do in Dangers fo extreme ? 
What i but by fervent Pray'r apply to him. 
Whom raging Winds obfequioufly obey, 
Hc'l! calm the Tempeft, and reftore thy Day. 
5 H 

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When God provok'd by crying Sins,. 
To deal his Judgments once begins,. 
Who fliall his furioYis Wrath abide ? 
Ev'n he whom his ojs^n^Hand fliall hid^ 

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77;c- only Safety from Divine Judgment!:, 

WHEN Vengeance, fent by God's Cojji«« 
Drive furious o'er a guilty Land, 

That has his Wrath provok'd, 
Where (hall his Head the Sinner hide ? 
Or in what fccret Place abide, 
By Jultice ovcF-look'd ? 

Omnircicnce views the Depths below, 
And Rocks and Mountains pierces ihro% 

The Grave's no hiding Place ; 
No Place of Safety can be found. 
Above, within, or under-Ground — 

No-where, but in his Grace, 

The Moral. 

Abfurd and fooiifti he will find th' Attempr, 
Who feeks to be from Heaven's Eye exempt. 
Which fees at once the whole Creation thro'. 
And Hell profound lies open to its View. 
Where then, vain Mortal, wilt thou try to hi;Ie 
Thyfeif, or in what fecret Place abide ? 
Where from his Omniprefence wilt thou fly ? 
Where is the Place Omnifclence can't defcry ? 
Sinners their Crimes in Darknefs may conceal, 
Jufticd at laft will all their Crimes reveal. 
Malice her dark and tragic Schemes may weave^ 
And with fmooth glozing Words a Man deceive 
Not fo is God, who knows our Thoughts afar. 
Who form'd the Heart, and {^ts whatever's there. 
Since then no Place fecures thee from hii Eye, 
Quick from hi* J-uftice to his Mercy fly; 

[92 ] 



If God Ihould fpare us 'till we fay, 
We don't defire another Day, 
<jrim Death but little Work would have^ 
And few Inhabitants the Grave* 

[ n ] 


Life too much the QbjeSl cf our Drfire^ 

HOW willing are we here to fiay i 
How loth to part from hence I 

Another, yet another Day 

Such is the Call of Senfe. 

But what has this vain World to give. 

That can our Sculs allure ? 
What are its Bounties we receive ? 

How long are they fecure ? 

For Heav'n if thou art prepar'd, 

Grudge not to leave this Earth ; 

t^or think it is a Meafure hard ; 

The Change thv Cl^^^'-'' '-- —- '^. 

The Moral. 

Short is the Space of Life allowM to Man, 

Its Length is fitly meafur'd by a Span, ^ 

When Life begins, we then begin to die, 

A few Years labour'd, in the Grave we he : 

Yet on this Space, how {l:ort foe'er, depeftds 

A long Eternity that never ends. 

And yet, amazing ftrange : how little we 

Regard the prefent Good, or future fee ? 

How little of our little Time is fpent 

In pleafing God, for which that Time was lent f 

How few of thofe important Hours we have, 

Do we employ our precious Souls to fave ? 

The World engroffes fo much Time and Thought, 

That Things immortal are almofi forgot. 




Immortal Things, at Diflaiice vicw'd. 
Are but too iluggiflily purfu'd ; 
While Flefli and Worldly Joys we chufe^ 
Heav'n and eternal Joys we lofe. 

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TJ^e chjierent Views of Flejh and Spirits 

THE Spirit takes a diiUnt View 
Of Death and heav'nly Things ; 
Faith pierces the perfpedive thro'. 

And Objedts nearer brings : 
Heav'n, Hell, and the Laft Judgment are 
Prefented in a Profpedl clear. 

Flefh has her Glafs triangular. 

Where Colours beautiful 
With ev'ry Turn fiill vary'd are. 

And in Succeffion roll : 
Cities and Towns and Churches f!^ 
On the fmooth Surface featly by. 

The M ORAL. 

Man, who to Reafon makes the mod Pretence, 

Of all the Creatures that have Life and Senfe, 

He of all Beings is the greateft Fool, 

And fwerves the mofl-from Reafon's prudent Rulc^ 

Formed with ev'ry Faculty and Povv'r 

To correfpond v^ith Heav'n, and God adore. 

Employs thofe Talents to abufe his Name, 

And his own Nature to debafe and ihame. 

He, who well knows he has a Soul to fave. 

That all his W^orks are ended in the Grave. 

Neglects the prefent Moments to improve. 

Or to fecure his Heritage above. 

He, who beholds fuch Numbers round him die. 

And his own Death difcerns with half an Eye ', 

Yet his Repentance fooiiihly delays, 

'Till he has v/ailed ev'ry Day of Grace. 


How tirefome is this Load of Earth 
To him who knows his higher Birth I 
In Flefli and fenfual Lulls involv'd, 
O how he longs to be diflblv'd I 

[.97 ] 

L M B L E M XI\'. 

Grief Camfortlefs. 

GRIEF has no Leifure for Delight ; 
Ind iff Vent are the Day and Night, 
Alike in Sorrow fpent ; 
While the Night lafts, fhe longs for Day, 
The Morning brings no friendly Ray, 
And neither gives Content. 

Time mows away her funny Beam?, 
Of which flie has but fickly Gleams ; 

Her Hour-glafs has Wings ; 
The gloomy Night can give no Reft ; 
Day, to her fore afHi<fled Breafl, 

No fingle Comfort brings. 

The Mo R A L. 

Who that the World with heedful Eye furvrj's. 
And well obferves the Current of his Days, 
But fees abundant Reafon for his Grief, 
Thro* the vvhole Courfe of his protradled Life ? 
Folly he fees advanc'd to Wildom's Seat, 
And confcious Virtue from her HonciTr beat ; 
Religion made aMafque to cover Vice, 
And Impudence o'ermodeft Merit rife ; 
The facred Gown to cloak Ambition worn ; 
Christ's feamlefs Garment into Pieces torn. 
Who that his vile, corrupted Hearts infpstts. 
And on his own unruly Lufts refleds ; 
That feels th* innumerable Ills of Life, 
His. tranfient Joys, and quick returning Grief, 
But mull his hard conditidn'd State lament, 
And give, by Sighs and Tears, his Sorrow Vent ? 

t 9S ] 

B O OK IV. E M B L E M I. 

The Flefh wou'd fain my Service have, 
And offers Wages fine and brave ; 
The Spirit calls another Way, 
^l^d Tliat, as beft; I \vill obey. 

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BOOK IV. Emblem L 

Flejh atjd Spirit e.t Variance, 

THE Law of God is in my View, 
Which do3s my Lulls controul ; 
Bids me true Happinnefs purlue,^ 
The Welfare of my Soul. 

It points the Way to Joys above. 

By mofl unerring R.u:es, 
How to fecure my Makerb Love, 

How 'fcape the Fate of Fools. 

But Flefli and Senfe will interpofe, 

My good Refolves alTail ; 
Tho' their Attacks I do oppofe, 

They flrongly will prevail. 

Still do they clog my rifing Zeal,. 

And mix unholy Fire ; 
Yet, I mull own, againfl: my Will, 

Which would to Heav'n afpire. 

The Moral. 

What ftrong Convulfions rend the Pious Soul \ 
How do his Lulls his heavenly Aims controul ! 
Now wing'd with Zeal, his high Devotions rife. 
He quits dull Earth, and feems to climb the Skies. 
Some fadden Guft of Pafiion Hops his Flight, 
And hurls him down from his delightful Height, 
Tho' Love Divine his pious Heart infpircs. 
The Senfes often quench his holy Fires. 
Hard is the Struggle he mufl here maintain. 
And thro' a World of Oppcfition Heav'n gain. 

C IPO ] 


E M B L E M II. 

The Worki's an Litricate Meander, 

In which a-\vhile poorChrlfl-ians wander; 

]^nt he who has a heavVJy Ray 

To guide hiir, fliall net loCc his Way. 

[ loi ] 

E M B L E M II. 

The TForhl a Labyrinth, 

THE Way to Heav*n is intricate, 
And dangerous the Road ; 
How many Thcufands mifb the Gate 
To the Divine Abode ? 

The World's a mazy Labyrinth ; 

Man's loft without a Guide ; 
For if he vainly trails his Strength, 

To Ruin he's decoy'd. 

But if a Ray of Light divine 

His wand'ring Steps direcls. 

The Way unerringly he'll find. 
And the Abode he feeks. 

The Mora l. 

Our Reafon's dark, and Underllanding's blind. 
Nature deprav'd, and wenk the human Mind, 
A thoufand falfe, delufive Lights appear, 
To lead our Steps a Uray, and make us err. 
Our head-ftrong Pallions often take the Lead, 
And by fome tempting Scenes our Heart's betray'd, 
Bewilder'd in a Maze we wander on, 
Yet if we mifs the Way we are undone. 
Father of Light, dart down a heav'nly Ray, 
Difpel ourDarkneff, and light up the Day. 
Guided by that, the Road we fhall not raifs, 
But reach at length thy everlaft-jg B'iis. 
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[ 102 ] 

XXXXXXXX) ^XX- ^^/O-- )••- X*^-<"x V>v 
E M B L E ivi III. 

How quickly weary do we grow. 
How lieavy, liftlefs, dull and flow. 
When to pur Duty prefs'd upon .!'— 
Draw us^ O Lord^ and w« fliall run* 

C i03 ] 

Human JVeaknefs. 

SLuggifh and weakly are our Feet, 
W iiea we the Road to Heaven beat. 
And fcarcely mend our Speed, 
Altho' our Saviour us invites 
To a rich Banquet cf Delights, 
For us by Him decreed. 

Kindly He lends his leading Hand, 
And helps us on our Feet to ftand. 

And fpeaks his Tendernefs : 
Shews us the Prize for which He fought. 
The Joys of Heav'n he dearly bought. 

And bids us them poiTefs. 

The Moral. 

By flow'ry, tempting Vanities allar'd. 

With fiatt'ring Pleafures all around immur'd ; 

By Senfe perverted, by our Hearts beguil'd. 

Oft in our pious Warfare we are foil'd. 

We long for Heav'n, yet to Earth we cleave. 

And fain of neither would ourfelves bereave. 

Svv'iftly we run, when Pleafure is the Chace — • 

What Sluggards in the Courfe of Truth and Grace I 

Alluring Profits puts us on the Speed,— 

Ho^v flow and liftlefs to a pious Deed ! 

If tlonour tempts ks to a bolder Flight, 

How eagerly we climb the dangerous Height t 

And yet the Glories of the World to come. 

Scarce in our Hearts can find a little Room. 

Quicken our Steps, O Lord, to tread thy Ways, 

Aod when we lag, O make us mead our Pace ! 

f ^04 1 


Fear to offend thy gracious God, 
And then thou need'ft not fear his Rod; 
But if thou fear'ft not to offend, 
Well iTiay'll thou fear a dreadful End* 

[ 105 ] 
E M B L E M IV. 

No Sa/ity but in GccTs Mercy. 

HOW dreadful is die W/ath of God !, 
How terrible his angry Rod ! 
The Wafting Thunders of his Hand, 
Who has Ptefumption to withiland ? 

Humble thyfelf, O Wretch \ in Dull, 
Entreat, and in his Mercy truft ; 
There only canfl thou Safety find. 
For to the Humble He is kind. 

God's awful Judgments are difplay'd 
When his Commands are difobey'd ; 
O ! tremble when his Wrath's abroad, 
And fear the Vengeance of a God. 

The M R A L . 

How dreadful are thy Judgments, Mighty God I 
How terrible is thy atRifting Rod I 
When harden'd Sinners have thy Arm defy*d, 
With what a Veno-eance haft thou taueht their 

Pide 1 
Tremble, my Soul, and humble thee in Duft ; 
What is the Strength in which is plac'd thy TruftI 
Fear to offend, and him offended fear. 
And his fierce Wrath no moreprePjme to dare ; 
Confefs thy Sins, and deprecate his Ire, 
Left thy faid Fare fhould be eternal Fire ; 
Entreat his Mercy, inftanrly repent. 
Or may'ft To-morrow rue the dire Event . 
His Arms are open to receive the now. 
Embrace his OFcr, and avoid the Riow, 

r io6 ] 



Shall Vanity mine Eyes allure? 
What can this fooliih Fancy cure ? 
Lord, clofe mine Eyes and fliut them fafl> 
Or let them be to Heaven cr.fl. 

[ 107 ] 

E M B L E M V. 

The Allurements of Vanky, 

'ERE Vanity is deck'd 
In tinfel Pxobings fine. 
With Ihewy, gliti'ring Gewgaws trick'd. 
We fee the Puppet ftiine. 


The wondering Fool admires 
And gazes on her Charms ; 
His Heart hrr dimpled Simper fires j 
How happy in her Arms ! 

Little he thinks what Ills 
For him fhe has prepar'd ; 
But thefe fhe cunningly conceals. 
Yet fnall be his Reward. 

Lo?.D, hide my wand'ring Eyes 
From her deceitful Lure ; 
For-all her Pro.Tiifes are Lies, 
And all her Ways impure. 

The Mora l. 

My wand'ring Eyes from Scene to Scene will 
And evVy Vanity they meet will love. (rove. 

My Heart's a Captive to the Pride of Life, 
And Senfe with Grace holds a vexatious Strife. 
My God, my King, O turn mine Eyes to Thee, 
,And fet my Soul from earthly Objefti, free. 
O mortify thefe craving Lufts of mine. 
And fanftify my Heart v/ith Grace Divine. - 
Subdue my Paffions, govern thou my Will, 
And ftill may I thy guiding Spirit feeL 

[ io8 ] 


Our fteflily Lulls will long prevail. 
And furioully the Soul alTail ; 
Yet humble, fervant Pray V at length 
Shall triumph by a greater Strength. 

[ 109 1 

Virtue triumphant. 

P ST HER entreats m deep Diftrefs, 

Her own and threaten'd People's Life ; 
Humbly fhe begs it on her Knees, 

With Tears, fure Token of her Grief. 

Hafnany the wicked Haman here. 

Has cruelly denounc'd her Fate ; 
Nor Age, nor Sex the Wretch will fpalrc. 

To glut his undefcrved Hate. 

If my poor Beauty once was thought 

Not wholly delUtut^ of Charms, 
O fave me from the dreadful Lot 

That me fo terribly alarms. 

The King incens'd, in PafTion rofe ; 

Fate fat upon his furious Brow ; 
The Word is giv'n and Haman Ihews 

His Carcafs on the fatal Bough. 

.The Moral. 

Virtue and Vice are ever at a Strife, 
And fiercely combate thro' the Ccurfe of Life, 
Vice tyrannizes long with haughty Pride, 
And Virtue's Brightnefs mufi a-while fubfide. 
With Wrongs injurious fhe mufi: be opprefs'd, 
Infulted, threaten'd, made the publick Jefi: ; 
'Till God himfelffhall vindicate her Caufe, 
And free her from the Tyrant's iron Claws, 
Then with full Radiance fhall her Beauties /hine. 
And glorious Laurels fhall her Brows enty/ine. 

[ no ] 


Sweet is Retirement to the Sotil, 
Since there Ihe Christ enjoys to Full i 
In wtom file places her Delight, 
Who is her Sojace Day and Night. 

[ III ] 


Cant. vii. 1 1. 

Ti:e fweet Intcrcourfe bdwee7i Christ and 
the Soul. 

Chrijf. y^> O M E, come, my Love, let's walk 
\^^ Abroad, 

And fnuff the frefh' Breeze : 
Vifit the Cottager's Abode, 
And rove an:ong the Trees. 

Soul. Behold, my Heart's eternal Joy, 
Me ready to attend ; 
Glad that my Time I can employ 
With you fo dear a Friend. 

Chrifl, Con:e, let's retire to yon Alcove, 

And talk cf Things divine : 
Soul. Yes ; there V\\ tell thee ail my Love ; 
ChriJ}, And I will tell thee miae. 

The Moral. 

When once the fruitful Seeds of Grace are fowii, 
And the Aveet Buds of Lcve are fairly Mown, 
The Soul, tranfporied with the Joy fh,e feels, 
For ever on her dear Redeemer av\^ells. 
AVith Flea<*ur.e ihe contemplates aii his Chnrms, 
And longs to be embraced v/ithin his Arms. 
Pleas'd, ihe converfcs v^irh her deareft Lord 
Or reads his gracious MrfTage in his YlGid, 
PIcas'd, to his holy Temple fl.e repairs, 
And feems in Heaven while his' Word fn e hearr. 
Christ, no lefs pleas'd to fee her holy Plight, 
Fills her whole Being v.iih a new Delight ; 
Gives her a Ta'le of whist's enjoy/d above. 
Where the chief Biifs is never-endins Love, 

[ 112 ] 


In vain we flrlve toi'un tlie Race 
That God appoints, witliout his Grace ; 
Drawn by the Oclqr of liis Love, 
With -Vigour we fliall quickly move. 

[ 113 T 

Cant. i. 3. 
The Spirit helps our Infirmities, 

HEartlefs and fluggilli is our Zeal ; 
Bale are our Thoughts, preverfe our Will ; 
Still are we grov'lling on the Earth, 
As if we boafted thence our Birth. 

Sea ce can we cail our drowfy Eyes " 

Upwards to view our native Skies, 

The glorious ever-blefs'd Abode, 

Where Angels dwell, with and God. 

But when the Spirit from above 
Draws us along with Cords of Love, 
And the fweet Inccnfe of his Grace 
DifFufes, then we move apace. 

The Mo R A L. 

Lifelefs and cold is ev'r}' Chrillian*s Zeal ; 
Till the warm Beams of quick'ning Grace he feel.- 
Plis Love, once aduve, Magnates in the Pool 
His Heart, and fcarcely moves his fluggiih Soul, 
No more the facred Flame within him glows, 
And a few glitt'ring Sparks by Fits it fhews : 
Yet ftill there's Fire, by Embers only hid. 
Which will, when from its dirty Rubbilh free'd, 
Burft out with glorious Luilre to the View, 
And all his Comforts, all his Joys renew. 
IVIean-while he mourns for Christ's departed 

And that his own fhould from its Objccl rove. 
No Reft, no Peace he knows, 'till both retunij 
Aiid with tlie fame united Ardor burn, 

1 3 

[ 114] 

E M B L E M IX. 

How is the pious Soul r joic'd, 
Affured flie is own'd by Christ ? 
What can flie wifli, or more obtain ^ 
She loves, and is belov'd again. 

I 1=5 ] 

Cant. viii. i. 
The Virgin ^Marv and her biejfed Infant, 

WELL, Mary, mav'il thou clafp the 
And prefs him with a clofe Embrace, 
With no Impurities defil'd. 

Lovely, and fweet, and full of Grace. 

But what is now thy Jcy and Song, 

Will be a Sword to pierce thy Soul, 
When on the Crofs thou fee'ft him hung. 

And drinking off the wrathful BowK 

Yet ftill rejoice, fmce loft Mankind, 

Shall by his Death to Heav'n be rais'd ; 

Satan, our Enemy, conEn'd ; 

Jesus, our Saviour, ever prais'd 1 

The Moral. 

Sweet is the heav'nly Tntercourfe between 
Christ and the Soul, and pleafant is the Scene. 
Love, Joy, and Peace abound in ev'ry Part, 
Calm is the Confcience, and ferene the Heart. 
The Law, e'er while the Chriilian's dreadful Foe, 
He fees no more v/ich Menace on its iirow, 
Juftice, excrable, and fatisfy'd, 
Delighted fees fair Mercy by her Side. 
Death is difarm'd, and ilinglefs now remains ; 
His Triumph's ended, and with it our Pains. 
For this the Chriiliun tunes his Tur.gue to Praife, 
And v/ith his Heart, a grateful Tribute pays ; 
To his Redeemer, who his Freedom bought. 
And for his Sake fuch glorious Things has wrought* 

'Sf* V' V V'>'f* V V* V V* V- ''^i"* V* V^'v* V" •••• V' V'^v^ 

„•• '•./ •'..• •«•' \f \ if •♦..• -.iC* ••..•• ••./ \*.'- •♦«•• ■•«' ••..•• \.«f \^- ••..•••../*•> .'%. 


The fluggili Chriftian feeks in vain 
An Intereft in Christ to gain ; 
The Road is rough, untrod, unev'n — 
The Downy-Bed's, no Way to HeaVn, 

[ 11? ] 

E M B L E M. X. 

C A zi T. iii. I. 

The Jlvggijh Chnjiian. 

THE \zTy Chiiliian thinks to find 
His Saviojr on his Bed ; 
l\o gloomy Fears perplex his Mind, 
No anxious Thoughts his Head. 

By Reafon's Taper- Light he feeks. 

And fearches Nature thro' ; 
But the myilerious Gofpel breaks 

ReafDH and Nature too. 

For none e'er yet this Saviour found. 

But on the curied Tree ; 
With Thorns his facred Temples bound,. 

From Bondage us to free. 

The Moral. 

Fruitlefs will be our Search if we propofe 

To find Religion where we fleep or doze. 

'Tis not in eafy Chair or downy Bed 

She refls, when ever rcils her facred Head. 

In vain we feek her in the V/ortd*s Deliglits, 

Riches, or Grandeur, or Ambition's Flights ; 

The Wifdom of Philcfcpriy in vain 

We trace. Religion, beats a higher Strain. 

The Light of Nature is but weak and dim ; 

Her Principles arc vaPily more fublime. 

Vain are fuch Searches, and our Labour Lofs, 

For v/e {hall find her only on the Crofs ; 

There in large Chara£\er5*we read her Name, 

And on that Tree her Principles v/e frame. 

[ ii8 ] 


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The Soul, perplexMwlth DoiibtsancI Fears, 
Bewails herfclfwith Sighs anc' Te rs, 
She's loft her Ivove flic knows not where — 
Search but thy Heart, thou'lt find him there- 

[ 119 ] 

Cant. iii. 2. 
Thi Soul mpatlent ^/'Christ'j AhfiHCU 

HOW can I reft when I have loft 
Him whom my Soul defires moft? 
Without whofe Prelence I'm forlorn, 
Whofe Abfence I muft fadly mourn. 

I'll rife and feek Him thro' the Street, 
Happy if there I can him meet ; 
But He, I fear, will not be found. 
The' I fhould range the City round. 

The Change and Market (hew Him not; 
No Place remains by me unfought: 

Home to my Heart I will repair 

Who knows but I may find Him there ? 

The Moral. 

What anxions Care the pious Soul perplex! 
What reftlefs Thoughts his cafclefs Eofcm vex. 
Who the fad Abfence of his Love bemoans. 
In filent Tears, and deep Heart-rending Groans ? 
As one be-darken'd gropes about the Room, 
So he be-nighted, wanders in the Gloom, 
In Search of Him on whom his Ali is plac'd. 
In Whom alone all Riches he poffefs'd. 
But fearch thy Heart, and there thou'lt find the 
. From wh€nce arofe thy much-lamented Lofs ; 
There thcu wilt find fome nsw-admitted Gueft, 
With whom thy jealous Love is high difpleas'd ; 
Drive out that Gueft, and he'll return again, 
Pajdon thy Follies, and relieve thy Pain, 

[ 120 ] 

••...•\ ..•••%..•*" 

\ • V* V' V' . V V'V* *•.*' V' ••/ V'*' 


The Chrifllan, who with Sighs ani Groans 
The Abfence of his Saviour moans ; 
What exquifite Delight he' feels. 
When Christ againllhis Face reveals ! 

C i^i ] 


Camt. iii. 3, 

'The SouFs Jcy on finding Christ. 

WITH long and painful Toil, 
The Soul had fearch'd about» 
Aik'd all (he met in mournful Stile, 
Yet could not find him cut. 

She-vents her Grief in Tears, 
And fain would Death embrace ; 
Juft in that Inftant Christ appears. 
And fliew5 kis fmiling Face. 

How ravifnM at the Sight ! 
She fprings into his Arms, 
And holds him fail with all her Mightj 
Poffefs'd of all his Charms. 

The M X) It A L, 

V/hen the poor fm-fick Soul has long bemoan'd 
Her Comforts loft, and long in Silence groan'd. 
If (he perceives a Ray of heav'nly Grace 
Dart thro' the Gloom, and (hews a Saviour's Face, 
With Snules denoting Pardon, Love, and Peace, 
What Joys ineffable her Powers feize ! 
Now fhe exults, her Weight of Sin removed* 
And ftrongly holds Him whom fhe long has lov'd ; 
Views him all over with tranfported Eyes, 
While ev'ry Look declares her fecret Joys ; 
Vows that whate'er betide, no more Ihe'll part 
With Him, the gracious Sov'reign of her Heart. 

[ 122 ] 

'..• •..' •••P ',.• •..• •..• % 


Whoever Worldly means employs 
For unfophifticated Joys, 
Will be deceiv'd ; in God alone 
Triie^ iolid Happineis is found. 

[ 123 I 


Truji in God the great eji Safety, 

WHEN Storma and tempers rage around^ 
And on thy leaky ^'eiTei beat; 
When raging Winds thy PoiggJi'^g wound. 
And thou canil hardly keep thy Feet ; 

Happy if then thy Anchor holds 
Thy VefTel tight amid It the Storm ; 

The Wind that no.v ihy Courfe controuls. 
With ad its Roar fiiali iio no Harm. 

Thus he who puts his Truft in God 

In Danger ce-tain Safety fltids ; 
Ma'ice nu;y throw her Gall .ihrond, 

Secure l.e laughs at her Dcligns. 

The Moral. 

W>jat'is the greateft Good this World can bbail? 
Riches and Honours — but how quickly loll 1 
Friends too are often treacherous and bafe ; 
Beauty is waning : Strength with Age, decays. 
No folid laft-ing Happinnefs we find 
In all thofe Pleaiures wliich bewitch Mankind. 
Thefe then rejcj^led, let us next explore 
Thofe Treafures which Religion has in Store, 
God is alone an everlafting Good, 
Worthy alone to be by Man purfu'd- 
Sincerely love Him, and obey his Will, 
And Joys immortal (hall thy wilhes fill. 

[ 124 ] 

V* V;* V V* S"' V* V'Sf* V V*S:**''x*' : V* V V'V;' V' V'VV' 
.' ••, ^\y ••„•• •• .• '.v '..• •..• '..• •*• •«• •..•• ••. • .• •„' '..• •„•• *•. .• •..•• '•..• '•«• s 


Our Saviour's Crofs, that ciirfecl Tree ! 
What gen'rous fruits it bears for me ! 
How irratefiil is its Shadow now ! 
It yields Repafl and Picaiiirc too. 

[ 125 3 

Cant. ii. 3. 
Christ /^f mojl delightful Shadow. 

WHEN the Sun darts his fcordikg Beams 
Dirtctly on our He...d?, 
We ftieker in the W' oi or c^treams. 
And fly from parcned Meads. 

Thus when the broken Laws require. 

The Vengeance of a Gnp, 
To what ftrong Rock Ihall man retire. 

That yields a fafe Abode ? 

Jesus, our Saviour, on the Tree, 

Yields a delightful '^hade ; 
Securely there we reil, and t>e 
Of Vengeance not afr^d. 

The Mora l. 

Wonder of Love \ furpaffing- Reafon's Eye ! 
'Tis Godlike all ! and fuits the Deity i 
Shall Man rebellious, break his Maker's Laws ? 
Unforc'd, perfumptuoully, without a Caufe ^ 
And yet find Mercy ? Can it ever be ? 
Does juftice fleep ? Or not Offences fee ? 
O no ! but her Demands are fatisfy'd, 
And the Law falved when cur Saviour dy'd. 
Behold Him hanging on the curfed Tree, 
And there he nail'd the Sins of thee and .ne. 
But now that Tree a pleafant Shadow yields. 
And fiom the WrathDivine the Sinner fhields* 

[ ii6 ] 


In vain we feek for Song and Mirth 
In all the Subjects here on Earth ; 
1/1 Heav'n alone the thirfty Soul 
Will drink her Cup of Pleafure full. 

[ 1^7 1 
E M B L/E M XV. 

TJjc inconfolahle Sinner. 

WHY ^o you urge me tlius to fin» ? 
O why your Books of Mufick bring I 
No— I'm not in a Mood tor Song, 
Much fadder Notes to me belong. 

For joyous Mirth I have no Room, 
Sighs, Tearb and Sorrow are my Doom. 
Will the poor Slare, who's cham'd to ply 
The Oar, confcfs he's full of Joy ? 

Can r, a Slave to Sin and Death, 
Waile in a Song my precious Breath ? 
Have I, who know my great Offence, 
To taneful Mirth the ieaH Pretence ? 

AfTure me that my God*s appeas'd, 
And from my Burden I'm rcleas'd, 
Soon Ihall ye fee me tune the String, 
And ioud Hofanna's hear me fmg. 

The Moral. 

O'erwhelm'd with Sorrows, or with Cares opprefs'dj 
Burden'd with Sins, on ev'ry Side diilrefs'd. 
How can I tune to mirthful Song my Voice ? 
Or what on Earth is there fhould me rejoice ? 
My Confcience tells me that my Heart is bafe. 
Nature corrupt, and oppofite to Grace ; 
My Guilt repeated, and my broken Vows, 
My week and frail, and fad Condition (hews. 
What earthly Objefts can my Mind delight i 
My Fancy pleafe, or entertain my Sight ? 
None, none at all ! 'till I at Heaven arrive. 
Where Songs, and Mirth, and Joy for ever live. 

[ 123 ] 

The fweet Delight the Soul receives 
From Christ, in whom fhe only lives, 
Makes her lament, and fadly mouriv 
His Abfence, till his kind Return. 

[ 129 ] 

V..".. "V J* 


BOOK V. Emblem I. 

U A N T. V. b. 

Divine Love. 

O W Urong is Love divine, 
Wlien its maturely grovvn ! 
No other ObjedL^ it v/ill join, 
'Tis all in ail alone. 


The facred flaming Dart, 
If once ir pierce the Breaft, 
It ftrikeslis Anguiih thro' the Heart 
Nor gives a Moment's Rell, 

If Christ his Smiles withdraws, 

Its Conllancy to piove. 
Impatient 'tis to know the Caufe, 

And to regain his Love. 

The Moral. 

The humble Soul by Penitence reclaim'd 
From f^id Relapfe, which had her Honour iham'd. 
Seeks with unweary'd Steps, by Day and Night, 
Again to repoiTefs her dear Del'ght ; 
Longs to enjoy thofe pleafmg Scenes anew. 
Which her own Follies from her Sight withdrew. 
She begs the Prayers of her pious Friends, 
And in the Temple conilantly attends ; 
Of thofe who minifcer the facrcd Word, 
Enquires where fhe may find her dearell Lord. 
No S:one (he leaves unturn'd, no Means untry'd. 
Moves Heav'n and Earth, and will not be deny'd, 
'Till his loll Favour fhe can feei reflnr'd. 
And of his mutual Love i; we!! allur'd. 

[ ISO ] 

\.' •..•• •..•• ••..•• \^- \y-'^'\ 

E M B L E M II. 

The Spoufe of Chriil is fick with Love ; 
And what her Sicknefs can remove ? 
If He'll but write a Recipe, 
No other Dodor need, llie fee. 

[ '31 ] 

ANT. 11. 


The R.edeemer^s Lcz'e. 

HOW vaflr was my Redeemer's Love, 
When he defcendeJ frcm above ! 
Vvhen He a horean Form affum'J, 
And to a cruel Dtath was docm'd ! 

Of Him no Faveurs could I daim, 
Foifeit to Pciufhrnent r.nd Shame ; 
Pity alone to Tvlan ^lilrefr.'d, 
Was the fole Motit'e in his Bread. 

O I am raviO-i'd with the Thought ! 
To the third Heavens I am .caught 1 
My Spirits fink ! I fv/oon, I die, 
Uiilefi ff€lh Strength thy Grace fiipply. 

The Moral. 

Who that confiders what" our Saviour did 
For us, frthen on the curfed Tree he bled ; 
Who'that beholds his facred Temples bound 
With pricking Thorrs, cortemptuoufly crcwn'd ; 
Who that thofe Hands, to blefs and heal enur'd. 
Sees pierc'd with lion patiently endur'd ; 
Who heirs his Gr'.ans, or views his dying Loek, 
By Men infulted, by his God iorfook, 
All this for us, us v/retched Sinners done. 
All this for gracelefs Rebels undergone. 
But mult acknowledge, fuch a Love as this 
'\Ieiits Reiurns, ifpoiTibie, no lefs ? 

[ '32 ] 



Happy's that Soul, and doubly blefs'd. 
Who by her Saviour is carefs'd. 
And can with Heart lincere rejoin, 
lam my Saviour'' s^ He is mine* 

[ M3 3 

^ M B L E iM Iir. 
Gaut. ii. i6k 

The Souls Union with Christ, 

BY Faith he's mine ; Vm his by Vows J 
Our Union^s feal'd above ; 
My Heart's the Altar where ftill glows 
His Fire from above. 

My Lord vouchfafes to be my Gueft, 

And is my living Food ; 
With my poor Sacrifice He's pleas'd. 

And I his Friend allow'd. 

He made me rich, when Him I chofe ; 

He gives me Length of Days ; 
With Wreaths of Grace he crowns my Browsj 

His Head I crown with Praifc. 

The Moral. 

"When once the Heart is purifyM froni Sin, 
Th' Afredions heav'nly, and the Confcience cleatu 
When a blefs'd Change is wrought upon the Soulf 
And all's fubjcdled to the Gofpel Rule : 
When all within is Love, and Peace, and Grace» 
Happy, thrice happy is the Chriftian*s Cafe. 
His Faith is lively, and his Hope is ftrong. 
And loud Hofannahs dwell upon his Tongue, 
Of his dear Saviour's Love he is.a/Tur'd. 
And againft Death and PowVs of Hell fecur'd. 
Raptur'd he cries, fweet Jesus, Thou art mine j 
With Rapture cries, fweet Jesus, I am Thine, 
O happy Marriage in united Love ! 
Join'd here to be confummatcd above ? 

[ 134 ] 



• The Man that's warm'd with facred Love 
Oft Things immorral and above, 
Christ will with Pleafure entertain. 
And gives him Love for Love again. 

[ ^35 'i 
E M B L E M IV. 

Cant. vii. lo. 

The Chiijlians Loadjlone, 

THE trembling Needle {itt\is the Pole, 
And relllefs round will ever roll, 

'Till the true Point it find ; 
Thus is the pious Soul diHrefs'd, 
And in no Earthly Thing can reft^ 

'Till with her Saviour join'd. 
The Magnet that her Love inclines. 
And hers to his fo clolely joins. 

Is his fo greatly fhewn ; 
For, drawn by its attraftive Force, 
With all the World /he make5 Divorce, 

And cleaves to Him alone. 

The Moral. 

The Soul efpoufed as her Saviour's Bride, 
Proclaims her Love, and joins his faithful Side ; 
Owns the choice Gifts He has on her beflow'd. 
And all her Graces are to Him allow'd ; 
Afcribes her Beauties, and her lovely Charms 
To Him who firft efpous'd her to his Arms. 
Now the gay Vanities ot Life flie treats 
With jull Contempt, as bright illufive Cheats. 
In her Eileeni, her amiable Lord 
Js to the fairefl: of Mankind perferr'd. 
She owns her Paflion, glories in the Choice, 
And all her Friends invites to fhare her Joys* 
The Bridegroom too rejoices in his Prize, 
She is all Ciiarms in his delighted Eyes. 
The Praife of each dwells on the other's Tongue 
And Heav'n refounds to th' Hymeneal Song. 

t '36 ] 



If Love Divine fhould once Kit dart 
It's Ray&into th' enlightenM Heart, 
It melts its Drofsj its Gold reiines, 
.A;id tlic whole Soul illullrious lliijics. 

E M B L E M. V, 

Cant. v. 6. 

The Meltings of a pious SouL 

'Nfpeakable the joys 
The pious Soul receive?, 
When ihe can hear her Saviour's Voice,. 
And hearing fne believes. 


The facred burning Ray 
His gracious Word injeds. 
Flames in lier Bread and melts away 
The Drofs her Heart afFecls. 

The Pleafures of the World, 
Her Love engage no more ; 
Her filken Sails are all unfurl'd. 
To quit this llormy Shore, . 

The Moral. 

When Love Divine is kindled in the Soul, 
It fiercely burns, nor will admit Controul ; 
Its pow'rfal Heat each fenfual Luftdellroys, 
And in dethroning Sin its Zeal employs ; 
Tiie fterling Bullion from its Drofs refines. 
And the pure Gold with native Lullre Ihines. 
It purges Nature from its Filth and Mud, 
And charms the Hye with ev'ry blooming Good. 
The Heart it warms, and lights up ev'ry Grace, 
And the whole Soul enlivens with its Rays, • 
M 3. 

[ x?8 ] 

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What can thefe Creature-Comforts do, 
With which we are tranfported fo ? 
They're here To-day, To-morrow gone, 
Heav'n has true Happinefs alone. 

[ ^'39 1 
E M 1] L E M YI. 

God j^ll-fufficient, 

LA R G E is the World we live upon> 
And many Pleafure yields ; 
Plcas'd we behold the glorious Sun, 

When he his Face revtals : 
But neither F^arth nor Sun can give 
Such Joys as I from God receive. 

The Sea and Air are both replete 

With various Delights, 
The Dninties we colicit and eat ; 

The Day are bleis'd with Nights : 
But Sea nor Air, nor Fifh nor Fowl, 
Give Food to an immortal Soul. 

My Eyes the fpacious Heavens rove ; 

Its beauteous Orbs I view ; 
I fee, methinks, the Joys above. 

And glorious Angels too : 
Yet there I would not wj(h to be,. 
if there my God I could not fee. 

The M o R A L. 

UnnumbcrM BlefTings God on us beflow.*,. 
And the fweet Ccrnforts of the World allows ; 
Yet ^L^ he gives, he takes, and tempers fo. 
That we may refl: on nothing here beio'.v. 
He ihews their Emptinefs a thoufand Ways, 
That v/e to Him afone may give the Praife. 
'Tis in Himfelf true Happ'nefs is found. 
And folid Joys in Heaven alone abound. 
All the good Things on Earth we Oiculd improve 
To fit us for the blifsful State above. 

[ I4C ] 
E M [] L E M VII. 

Trouble, and Care, and Sin and Strife, 
Fill up the Chriftian's Round of Life, . 
Well may he be releas'd, 
And of a happier Portion fcizM. . 

[ 141 3 

Tins a irouhkfome J^orld. 

MY Troubles mulitiply, 
And .Sorrow is my Lot ; 
There's nothing that I hear or fee. 
But grieves my \«€xed Thought. 

Pleafures, which Men purfue 
With fo much Eagernefs, 
liavc Stings, which ever make them rue* 
And poiibn ail their Biifs. 

Riches and Honours have 
Each their Anxiety ; 
From Pain and Labour, Death and Gravc> 
No Man can fay, he's hte. 

The M ORAL. 

How fad a-nd tircfome is the World to him. 
Who on a Life to come has built his Scheme ! 
How dead and tailelefs are the Joys that greet 

His altered Fancy ; he has found the Cheat. 

Grandeur and Riches, and fuch collly Things, 
He puits unenvy'd to the Great and Kings, 
With all the Guilt and Trouble them attend. 
With thefe he'll not his better Trcafures blend. 
Sorrows r.nd Cares, in cv'ry Thing he feeb, 
And ev'ry Objecl ha? it's lurking Ills, 
Temptations from without in AniDufh wait. 
And Lufls within iiiil fnapping at the Bait : 
All, all combine to vex and tire h'm out, 
'Till Death (hail come, and all their Forces rout. 

[ 142'] 


O with what Diligence and Care 
Thcic dainty Bodies we repair ! 
\ et a few Years when come and gone, ' 
Grim Death will flrip us Skin from Bone, 

[ 143 1 


Alan is D cat us Pri finer, 

SEE for what End ue feed and clothe, 
Cherilh and pamper, pleafe and foothe 
Thefe Bodies made of Clay ; 
Death's Prifcner is ev'iy Man, 
E'er fince Mortality began. 
And Adam was his Prey. 

Thus over Man the Tyrant reigns. 
And proudly all Conrrouldifdains 

All Creatures him obey ; 
Yet, Monfter, know the Time will come, 
That fhall decide thy final Doom, 

And end thy cruel Sway. 

The Moral. 

Sin was the prime Orignal of Death, 
Which reign'd e'er fmce Man forfeited his Breath: 
His Tyranny continues ftill as great. 
And vaunts his Power is deriv'd from Fate ; 
Strengthen'd by Sin, and domineering Luil, 
Thoufands reduces daily to the Duft, 
Of craving, carnal Appetites pofTefs'd, 
With Nature's choicell Cates we are unblefii*d» 
With thefe we do our pamper'd Bodies feed. 
Yet thefe are Death's moft fru^lifylng Seed. 
. But Death, how terrible foe'er he feem, 
And arm'-d with Terrors, horrible and grim. 
Yet is the pious Chrill-ian's trufly-Friend, 
And will Relief fi-om all his Evils fend ; 
•Opens the Gate to everlafting Blifs, 
Where Sin no jjiorc the happy Soul (hall teaze. 

[ 144] 



The Soul is wing'd, but cannot get 
One Inch from Earth, her painful Seat ; 
She drives again, alas ! in vain *•■■■ — 
She quickly feels her heavy Cliain, 

C 1453 


Senfe a clog to the Soul. 

OWhat a wretched Man am I ! 
How chained down to fenfe I 
For when to Heaven, I would fly, 

I cannot get from hence : 
Earth's heavy Clog, alas ! I wear. 
Its Weight's too great for me to bear. 

My Words and Deeds, that Good intend. 

Are interrupted flill ; 
My Sighs and Vows, that up I fend : 

Dragged down to Earth I feel. 
My God, I fpread my Wings in vain, 
'Till Thou unlink my boltea Chain. 

The Mora l. 

O what a Load of Flefh the Chriftian bears ! 
Replete v/ith Frailties and diltrafUng Cares. 
Pains and.Difeafes corporally felt. 
And Confcience burden'd with condemning Guilt. 
Curb the fwift Wings of his afpiring Zeal, 
And hang a Clog on his devotion'd Will. 
How earneftly he longs to be difmifs'd 
From thefe, to be with his Redeemer Christ I 
He longs to (cc that dear and lovely Face, 
Radiant with Glories, beaming ev'ry Grace. 
His ardent Wifh is, that he may enjoy 
His Saviour's Prcfence, nothing to annoy. 
If from this World he could be once released. 
With Jesus he fhall be for ever blefs'd ; 
Joys without Meafure, and without a Date, 
His Welcome to eternal Manfions wait. 

[ 146 ] 

'.»• •••• •••• %•• •••• ••♦ *«•• ^'^ • .• •••• *..* •..• •«••••• •«• •>,' ■%,' \^ \.-' 


■ WW i -n-T II -I — MM>i 

ImprlfonM in this Cage of Flefh, 
We earneftly Enlargement wifli ; 
In Hopes that God Relief will bring. 
The caged Bird its Song will ling. 

[ Mr ] 

E M B L E M X. 

The Soul like a Bird in a Cags, 

MY Soul is like a caged DlrJ, 
That woHld its Fieedom gain. 
But with the Bars of Flefii immur'd. 
Her Labour is in vain. 

Birth was the Key that let her in ; 

'Tis Death that lets her out ; 
She's held a Prifoner there by Sin ; 

And there fhe hops about. 

From Perch to Perch (he fkips and fings, 

If keen-ey'd Faith prevail \ 
But Senfe will make her hang her Wings, 

Her drooping Spirits fail. 

From Fenfe to Hope fne leaps away ; 

From Hope fhe jumps to Doubt ; 
Refllefs, fhe can on nothing flay, 

'Till Death fhall let her out. 

The Mora l. 

What various Troubles do the Saints await 
While they're conhn'd to this unhappy State ? 
Expos'd to Scorn, by Tyranny opprefs'd, 
Scarce for their weary Heads can find a Refi:. 
Fain would they tune their Souls to chearful Pralfe, 
And Songs of Thanks moll willingly would raife. 
But who can fing, with Sorrows compafs'd round. 
When from a broken Heart did Mirth rebound ? 
With Padence wait, and God will bring you Eafe, 
And change your Troubles into Joy and Peace, 

1 148 j 



God is the Spring and living Source, 
From wliich our Comforts taketheirCoiirfc ; 
Tlie tbirfty Soul may drink her Fill, 
And come again whene'er fhe will. 

[ U9 ] 

The Thirjly SouL 

THE Heart that's tonch'd with holy Fire, 
Is ever burning with Defire ; 
And by no Earthly Thing it's quench'd, 
Tho' in a World of Pleasure drench'd. 

It mounts to Heav'n its native Home, 
There where can notliing fordid come ; 
For Joys invifible it pants. 
And a full Draught of Heaven wants. 

The hunted Hart, when hot and faint . 
Does the cooling Waters pant ; 
Ev'n fo the Soul, by Sin purfu'd, 
Seeks the pu-e Streams of Jesus, Blood, 

As Flowers hang their drooping Heads, 
*TilJ Show'rs defcend and wet their Beds ; 
Ev'n fo the thirlly Soul renews 
Her Strength refrelh'd with heav'nly Dews. 

The Moral. 

The fweet Communion which the Soul enjoys. 
And her extenfive Faculties employs, 
Wheh God admits her to a clofe Converfe, 
And bids her freely her whole State rehearfe. 
Exalts her far above all mundane Things, 
And to her View a heav'nly Vifion brings. 
There fhe could ever dwell, and longs to be 
At once from her entangling Fetters free ; 
With what an eager Spring ftie'd bound aw_ay 
ittcm her daik Prifon to immortal Day I 

[ ^50 ] 

The Chriftian's Zeal may warmly glow,. 
And vig'rous Heat, at Times may fliew, 
"But, *till the Curtain, Flelh, isdrawn^, 
His perf€£l Sun wiU never dawn. 

[ 151 1 


Love to Go-D fur mounts all Things, 

TH E, Fervour of a picus Soul 
Burns with an even, Heady Flame; 
Impatient bears the leall Controul ; 
In all Conditions is the fame. 

Jesus may hide a-while his Face. 

And draw between a dark'ning Veil; 
Yet Hill fhe begs his fovVeign Grace, 

And hopes (he fhall its Comforts feel« 

While Life remains fhe perfeveres,' 

Nor deviates from the Iteavenly Road ; 

Tho' compafs d round with Doubts and Fears,- 
She keeps in View the bleis'd Abode. 

Nothing difcourages her Faith ; 

Her Hope is always on the Wing ; 
And when the Curtain's drawn by Death, 

To Heav*n Ihe makes a joyful fpring. 

The Moral. 

This mortal Cumbrance how it clogs the Soul ! 
Her glowing Zeal, by Inter\'als how dull ! 
A thoufand Obftacles her Fervour meet. 
To quench th' Afpirings or her raptur'd Heat. 
She longs to have the Curtain drawn that has 
Hid from her Eyes the Glories of his Face. 
His gracious Vifage too, too long concealed, 
With inftant Prayer begs to fee unveil'd ; 
Tranfported would ihe join th* Angelic Choir, 
And mix with theirs her unpolluted Fire. 

[ 152 ] 


If thou art^v'ing'd with facred Love, 
Thou nced'ft no Finions of a Dove • 
That will at length thy Soul coavey 
To Regions of eternal Day, 

[ 153 ] 

TJje Soul winged. 

LORD, T am fick of Things bebw ; 
I'm tir'd with earthly Joys : 
What have we here but painted Shew ? 
What elfe our Eyes employs ? 

How long muil I be thus confin'd 

To Sorrow, Sin and Pain f 
How, long to Senfe and Pafiicns join*d 

And all I fee be vain ? 

O give me Wings to foar above ; 

To Heav'n I'd take my Flight : 
Had I the Pinions of a Dove, 

Fd foon be out of ^i^ht. 

How would I fpurn this Ball of Clay I 

Its Dainties how defpife ! 
To Realms of Joy I'd foar away. 

To Blifs above the Skies. 

The Moral. 

Come fpread thy "V^'ings, my Soul, and take a 

Flight ? 
Leave this dark Earth, and fpring av/ay to Light, 
Nothing is here, but Mifery and Show. 
Raife tl.en thy Thoughts to Contemplation high, 
Thy chief Concerns are lodg'd above the Sky. 
There's Gop, atten^led with a fhining Band 
Of mighty Angels, waiting his Command. 
And there's thy Saviour, of his Throne pofTefs^d 5 
And there aloue's thy everlafting Reil. 

[ 154 ] 


The Soul tranfported, views her Home, 
The Heaven, where flie hopes to come; 
In Contemplation fhe is loll:, 
Of Father, Son and Holy Ghofl. 

[ 155 ] 

The Glory cf Heaven. 

WOULD Heaven open to our View, 
And all its glorious Wonders lliew ; 
Our feeb e Frame could not iupport 
Th' Effulgence of that radiant Court. 

If our weak Eyes fcarce bears the Sun, 

Intenfely. l"hining at his Noon, 
How the prodigious Blaze i'uftain. 
That almoll gives an Angel Pain ? 

No Sun, nor Moon, nor twinkling Star- 
No need for God Himfelf is there ; 
Whofe Light imnienfe diffufed round. 
Reaches Creation's utmoft Bound. 

Sorrow and Death are Strangers there ; 
All's ravifliing to Eye and Ear ; 
Harmonious Songs their Tongues employ^ 
And Love and Union crown their Joy, 

The Moral. 

How faint and languid our Ideas rife. 
When we contemplate Things above the Skies | 
Heav'n is too bright for Reafon's weakly Eve ! 
'Tis only Faith its Glories can defcry. 
Faith, Eagle-ey'd, can view thtfe Scenes alone 
Which far out-lhine the JBrightnefs cf the Sun ; 
Which Mortals never did, nor can behold. 
And which an Angel's Tongue can fcarce unfold 
W^here are Delights too exquifite for Senfe, 
And where's Satiety without OiFence* 

[ 156 ] 


»'■ '•**'' *%»•■ \,'' ''„'' '%/■ ■♦.,•■ ■•«•' ■•.,•■ '•„•■ '•,/■ *•,.•' '•• V ''i.*' '•..•■ ■•..•* ■•».* s.* '•.»•■ '•«« 

E M B L E M XV. 

The Soul, mfpired from above, 
Breathes nothing but the Fire of Love ; 
Fears nothing but tliat leil her Lover 
Should prove to her a wand'ring Rover, 

[ 157 ] 
Cant. viii. 14. 
Christ and his Spoufe, 

SWEET is the Intercourfe between 
Christ and his Spoufe : Delightful Scene] 
How amiable both ! 
He feems as if he would be gone. 
And leave her to herfelf alone ; 
And yet he feems as loth. 

She, griev'd He fhould fo foon depart. 
Begs He'd be fwifter than the Hart, 

In his Return to her ; 
For fhould he make a long Delay, 
Her Soul would faint and die away. 

To her he was fo dear. 

The Mo R A L. 

So fondly the awaken'd Chriftian loves. 
So dearly prizes, and (o much Approves 
The fweet Delights his Saviour's prcfence gives. 
The fecret Pleafures he therein receives, 
That the leail Abfence of his Favour takes 
Peace from his Mind, and all his Thoughts diilrafls. 
With Pray'rs and Tears he begs his quick Return, 
Bewails himfelf as wretched and forlorn. 
O hafte, he cries/ my dear Redeemer, hade 1 
How many difmal Moments muft I wafte, 
E''er thou thy Comforts to my Soul renew ? 
E'er I again thy lovely Face Ihall view ? 
Hafle, my Beloved, to my longing Arms, 
(Reveal again thy Graces and thy Charms. 
"O let thy Light difpel this difmal Gloom ; 
Halle, my Beloved ; to thy Servant come. 

[ 158 ] 
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The Vi£lory is never won, 
Nor can'il: thou wear the glorious Crown, 
'Till thou haft fought the Battle through 
With Sin, an(l Death, and cv'ry Foe. 

[ ^59 ] 

MANY the Trials and fevere 
A Chriilian uniergor^s ; 
Heavy the Burdens he miui bear. 
His Portion Sighs and Woes. 

M;:iice her deadly Venom throws, 
To poifon his good Nnine j 

Envy his Virtues not allow?., 
Nor their acquired F^me. 

Ills honefl Principles profcr§'iJ, 

His free and open f>Ov-.l, 
Cf jiiiing Knaves aremada the jcH, 
" Aud Subjcds of their DtclK 

He fears a great treir.endcu-j Goo ; 

Religion is his R-uie j 
For this he's fccurg'd with Slander's Rod, 

And banter'd for a Fool, 

Reproach is heapM upon Rcprcach, 

And'new invented Lies ; 
~A11 that malicious Tongues can i)roacb. 

His Na^ne to lligmatize. 

Ail this he fee!?, or may expcc?-, 
Vhilc impious Men anumg ; 

Dut fct not theie his Soul dejeift : 
i..*cr-whi!e tliey'll be his Song, 

f/cn bravely £ght the Battle thro'. 
And Vidory will foon 
Fix on thy bright triumphant Brew 
An cverlaUng Ciown. 

[ ,6i ] 


What thou beboldell here's a Bubljle : 
But Man, the Thing that's blown ; 
The W incU are Mope, Fear, Joy, and Trouble, 
That tols hkn. up and down. 
O 3 

[ i62 1 


At firft the Candle burns but dim, 
And a mere fmoaky SnufFvr'ill feem : 
For Life, jufl kindled in the Mother, 
What is it more than Smoak and Smother 

[ r63 ] 

Alsns Origin. 

MAN in his Origin 
Is animated Clay ; 
Foim'd and conceiv'd and born in Sinj. 
He breaks lo Light his Way, 

His little Taper burns 
But with a weakly Gleam ; 
He cries, and eats, and flceps by Turns, 
His Life is but a Dream. 


The beft of Knowledge is thyfelf to know ; 
On this fair Tree the Richeii Blefungs grow. 
Thy firft Original know whence derived, 
Wrapt up i.i Sin when in thy Mother hiv'd. 
When born, a naked, helplefs, crying Child,. 
With many Spots of tainting Sin defii'd. 
Long e're to Reafon was thy Senfe, matur'd. 
And long in fv^addled Ignorance immur'd 
Thy Candle, pjac'd in a brittle Urn, 
Dimley and weak at fird began to burn. 
Nature, enlighten'd but by flow degrees, 
Objefts, imperfeftly diilinguifh'd, fee-. 
Short is the time betwixt his Birth and Death, 
And may To-morrow draw his fhorteH Breath ; 
Flutters a while upon the bu fy Scene, 
For Pleafure mofi his Appetite is keen. 
The Curtain drawn, the Man no more appears. 
The darkened Stage a gloomy Afpefl wears. 
The Mailer, Death, at length has clos'd the Play, 
And fent his Audience mournfully away. 
At iength this Mighty Man, who look'd fo brave, 
Purs'd in a Coffin, drops into the Grave. 

[ 154 ] 
H I E R O G L Y P H I C K II. 


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How firft God lighted up the Soul 
la Man, a Lump of heavy Mould j 
And how the Soul and Body's join'd, 
Deep fearching Pvcafon cannot find- 

[ 1^5 ] 

The SouVs Original. 

^r^ HE Candle's lighted— bu: from whence i* 

JL What Fire gave the Touch ? 

The Soul its Being docs commence 

But how — who will avouch r 

t^: tha-e he Light — was the Command 

Which lighted up the Day ; 
By d:e fan\e Breath the Soul is laun'd* 

And vivifies its Clay. 


That I've a Soul, is evident to me, 
As plainly noted as I hear and fee ; 
Elfe what's this Principle that leads me on, 
A Great, a World-creating God to own! 
What is't inftrufls me in a Night ferene, 
To view and wonder at the glorious Scene ? 
Thofe twinkling Fires fo beautifully bright, 
And Luna's Orb that filvers o'er the Night .^ 
Who taught me hence to form an Argument, 
To prove a Power Divine Omnipotent ? 
y/hat is this Reafon which I feel refl-^ils, 
Virtue commends, and Vice .with fcorn rejecls ? 
Have Beafts this Faculty ? Can they difcern 
Falihood from Truth,' or rice Dirtin;flions learn ?. 
No, 'tis a Gifc peculiar to Man, 
Implanted in him when he f rfl began. 
But how this Candle firll received Light, 
And gradually fhines in him fo bright. 
Our deepeft Searches never can explore^ 
And mail afcribe to nn Aimiehtv Powet- 

[ 1^6 ] 

The Candle's lighted, but I doubt 
A Pufr of Wind will blow it out ; 
Such is our Life, and fucli our Breath, 
Each Moment liable to Death. 

' t 1^7 ] 

Death enter sztith Life, 

NO fooner does the Taper fhine. 
And fpreads it Light about. 
But Death's black Tio:>ps thtir Force* join, 

RefolvM to put it out ; 
With furious Bklh weak Life afTail, 
Aad foon, or late, o'er it prevail. 

The Breath of Man is but a Puif, 

Drawn and retarn'd with Eafe ; 
Death takes his Light, and leaves the SnufT; 

At once his Glories ceafe, :• 

When Life begins, Death takes his Ai.Ti, 
And never fails to kill his Game. 


C'ur youthful Candle gives a vig'rous Light, 
And rtiines with Luftre, fparking, gay and bright, 
Fieas'd we behold the Objeft it reveals, 
Ar.d every Senfe its joyful Influence feels. 
I'ut Ihort and fiafning is the Flame i: ihews. 
And pufTd about by ev'ry V/ind that blows. 
Life to a thoufar.d Dangers is expos'd. 
And by ten thoufand Ways from being loos'd. 
Seeds of Difeafes in the Body lurk, 
Still growing inward as for Death they work. 
What Numbers has the deep-mouth'dSea devocr'd! 
What Numbers fall beneath the murd'ring Swordl 
What dreadful Kavock, by divine Command, 
The Plague has made throughout a guilt]/ Land! 
Nor Sex, nor Age, nor Strenirtli, nor Beauty fpar'd. 
All have alike the waliicg Judgment Ihar'd. 
Death v^ith his Dart ilands ready at the Door, 
Ke llrikes h\it onee, but then his Stroke is fure. 

[ i^S ] 

SnufF not your Candle down too low, 
The more it's trlmm'd the lefs 'twill fliev/; 
So of vour Bodies be not nice ■ 
You may, you know, be cyerr'vvife, 

[ 1^9 J 
H I E H O G L Y P H I C K IV. 

Nature her own Docin. 

TH E Candle too much fnufF'd, will lofe 
Much of its Light, which weakly grows^ 
Endanger'd too by ev'jy B all, 
A Miracle if it fliould lail ! 

Thus our dear Bodies we may nude. 
And cook them up to ,iiU a Hearfe ; 
The Doaor, by his Boles and Pills, 
Our Health deftroys, and Nature kills. 


What mighty Care, what anxious Pairs we take. 

That no crcfs Winds cur Tabernacle fnake 1 

This crazy Body, how we vamp and mend ! 

What Time to keep it in Repair we fpend I 

Hew charily we nurfe the Fondling up. 

As if its Welfare was our utmoft Jiope ! 

Vet, much deceiv'd, we take the wrongefl Means, 

And by our over Care defeat our Ends, 

The Candle too much fr.ufFd will dimly burn, 

Ar.d too much Phyfick to Difeafes turn. 

Luxurious Diet will diftemp crs breed. 

Inflame the Blood, and Death untiniely {^tQ^, 

What Numbers by the learned Doiftcr die r 

The Pill and Bolus tell the Reafon why. 

The Air, the Earth, and Sea are fearched thro* 

For cofty Drugs, when fimple Things would do. 

Nature is plain, and modeft are her Calls, 

When over-charg'd, her fick'ning Stomach palls ; 

Give her but Scope, and Health renew'd fhall feel, 

And render ufelefs all the Dodor's Skill. 

[ 170 ] 


Let Boreas blow, the Taper's fcrecn'd. 
Nor can be puff'd by any Wind; 
Thus the good Man need never fear, 
Since he is Hill in Angel's Care. 

[ 171 ] 

Angeh our Guard. 

IF Guardian Angels will befriend, 
And Life's weak Taper fafe defend 
From the tempefluous Blall, 
If I am Providence's Care, 
No threat'ning Dangers wiJl I fear. 
By fuch a Fneud em brae 'd. 

Blefs God, my Soul, with Heart and Tongue, 
Who has preferv'd my Life fo long, 

And let me here remain ; 
Long, ]ong e'er this, my bufy Head 
Might have been number'd with the Dead, 

And thou in endlefs Pain. 


When a poor pious Chriilian is dillrefs'd, 
Malign'd infulted, injur'd, and opprefs'd ; 
When wicked Men with Devils are combin'd. 
And in a dire Confederacy join'd 
To work his Ruin, with malicious Spite, 
And leave no means un':ry'd, by Day or Night, 
At all their Rage contemptuoufly he fmiles. 
Derides their Gins, and tramples on their Wilei 
Of God's Protection he his well afTur'd, 
And by his Angeh from his Foes fecur'd. 
Thus nobly guarded, what has he to fear ? 
So fhielded, well he may their powers dare. 
He fees by Faith his guardian Angels round. 
Ready their wicked Counfels to confound. 
Encourag'd thus, his 'pious Courfe purfues, 
Prelh Spirits gathers, and his Strength renews ; 
Humbly himfclf to Providence refigns, 
And gives his Fears and Terrors to the Winds. 

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Dcatb, why i'o faft f ]:>ray Hop youv Hand, 
And let my Glafs run out its land : 
As neither Death nor Time will flay, 
Let us improve the prefcnt Day. 

[ ^7Z ] 
^tme and Death^ 

TIME is ever on the Wing, 
Death awaits us ev'ry Hour ; 
Can we laugh and play and fing, 

Subje£l to fo dread a Pow'r ? 
Time and death for none will ftay. 
Not perhaps another Day, 
But tho' Death mull have his will. 

Yet old Time prolongs the Date, 
'Till the Mealure he fhall fill 

That's alotted us by Fate : 
When that's dor.e, then Time and Death 
Both agree to take our Breath. 

Nature is regular in ev'ry Part, 
Nor does from her appointed Purpofe dart. 
To human Pafficns ihe has no regard, 
Complaints and Prayers are by her unheard. 
She points the proper Seafous we Ihould take. 
And croiTes thofe who this known Rule negledl* 
As Time his Progrefs never will delay 
To humour Man, nor at his bidding llay. 
Let him the Lock, which Time wears on his Brow,. 
Hold faft, and right improve th* important Now, 
Time he has now. To morrow may have none, 
For Death may feize him e'er another Sun. 
Pleafure or Bus'nefs, whether he perfues. 
Wifely he fliould the prefent Moments ufe ; 
But above all th' important Work attend 
On which his future Blifs or Woe depend. 
For Death will foon fnufFout the Light of Life^ 
Which ends his Labours and his mortal Strife, 
Let us be wife each moment to improve, 
By this wc Ihall fecure the Joys abovc^ 

[•'74 1 

When SoPs in his meridian Blaze, 
No Lights can fliew their Face : 
When God reveals his glorious Light, 
Our brightell Day's as dark as Night* 

The Glory of God unfupportabli* 

THE glories Sun's Meriilian Ray 
Will bear no other I.ight 1 
For He alone will rule the Da)% 

Unrivall'd in his Height : 
All leiTer Liglits his Power own, 
Obfequious veil Defore his Throne. 

What is the Light that Man canft boaff^ 
Lord, when comnar'd to Thine I 

It is extingui{hed and loll;. 
If thy full Glory fliine : 

No mortal Eye e'er yet beheld. 

Nor can, thy Glory when revcalM, 


O God ! when we employ our Thoughts on Thee, 
We're loft, bewilder'd in ImmenfiLy. 
Thy Glory dazzles Reafon's weakly ^^ight, 
And quite confounds it with amazing Light : 
If Angels, perfefV in fo high Degree 
Veil their bright Vifage impotent to fee 
The full, the glorious, and rcfulo^ent Blaze, 
Too fiercely darting from th' Almighty's Face, 
How can we wretched Mortals glance a Look 
Halfway to Thee, and not with Blindnefs ftruck ! 
Our Fow'rs are weaken'd by the Force of bin. 
And Mifts o^dark'ning Errors intervene. 
Prevailing Lufts our Facu'iites obfcure, 
Our Nature is debas'd, our Thoughts impure. 
To the Allurements of the World'd, 
Our Thoughts and Profpefts are to them confin'd* 
O with fome bright'ning Ray difpel our Night, 
Our darkned Souls irradiate with thy Light. 
Give us fome dlilant Glympfc of what fhall be 
Our Heav'n of Glory to Eternity. 

[ 176] 


The Sun eclipsed, appears forlorn ; 
A Candle in a darken'd Horn 
Helps none : and fuch that Merit ifr 
Which none but its PofleiTor fees*. 

[ ^11 ] 


The Dark Lantkorn. 

BY a Dark-Lanthorn who will fay 
Ke right his Steps direas ? 
Tnv Light within no Beams convey, 
Noj fplendid Rays refieds. 

1 Ill's he who :s with Talents blefs'd 

Superior to Pvlauklnd, 
Yet if he hides them in his Breaft, 

Who can their Merits find ? 

The heavenly Gifts on him beilow'd, 

For great and noble Ends, 
Are loft, nor can produce one Good, 

Nor make him any Friends. 


Example teaches more than Precepts can^ 
And Man is fet a Looking-glafs for Man, 
Reafon will ule her Argument in vain. 
Few Profeiites her Rhetcrick will gain 
To Virtue's Cnufe, if Virtue don't appear 
In lively A<ftion at the Pleader's Bar. 
Ker Beauties told, the Ear a ?»Ioment charm. 
But by the Fye alone the Heart, they warm, 
Goodnefs concealed can no Merit claim, 
And is no better than an empty Name. 
'Tis Aftion only fets its Value foith. 
Shews its fair Beauties, and proclaims its Worthy 
A Treafurc hidden, is by none enjoy 'd. 
Talents are ufelefs which are none enjoy'd. 
We m.'iy as well the Name of Christ difown, 
Unlcfs his Dodrines in our Lives are (hewn. 

[ lyS ] 


Scarce more than Smoak. the candie eives. 
When it the feeble LiG:ht receives : 
What is an Infant, when its born ? 
A Creature naked and forlorn. 

[ 179 ] 

Infancy and Childhood, 

THE Spoon and Cradle fuit the Child, 
And Toys and Rattles make it fmilc % 
The Ercail does all its Wants fupply. 
There is its Wealth and only Joy. 

The Cradle quitted, next of Courfe, 
A jointed Dol, or Hobbihorfe, 
A fqueaking Trump, or \^"hiftle pleafe. 
And with its Fancy well agrees. 

Its Time in Trifles it employs, 
And Bawbles makes its Heart rejoice : 
I'hus are ten Years of Life confum'd. 
To walle, and fimple Actions doom'd. 


When Life begins its fwift and fhort Career, 

Nor Strength nor Art it has its Courfe to fleer. 

The fpeechlefs Infant utters nought but Cries j 

Quite helplefs in its Mother's Lap it lies. 

Its Mouth is unfupplied by its Hands ; 

Its tender Body's wrapt in fwaddling Bands ; 

Its griftly Bones not harden'd into Strength, 

Its Legs can only ftretch a little Length. 

Much Time is fpent e're Rcafon peeps abroad. 

Or e're the lifping Tongue its Thoughts unload. 

A Go-cart helps its little Feet along. 

It's luU'd aileep with Nurfe's dreaming Song. 

Anon a Baby" or a Hobbihorfe. 

And other tinfel Gewgaws^come in Courfe, 

'Tis thus our firll Ten Years in wafte we fpend. 

In childiih Trifles, and to no folid End. 

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Youth is a giddy, liair-bran'd Thing, 
And feems as born to laugh and fing ; 
Joy is its Bent ; but thought and Care 
Let older heads and Shoulders bear. 

[ isi 3 


r U T H, 

NOW the Youth's arriv'd at Twenty, 
Frilklng, playing, wild and gay ; 
1/ of Riches he has Plenty, 

Thefe by handfuls throws away. 
Money was not made to hoard, 
Pleafjres are by it procured. 

Now he plies the chearful Bottle : 

Now a \'enus he adores ; 
In a Coach you fee him rattle, 

And along the Streets he fccurs : 
Jufc like an unman ag'd Horfe, 

Never keeps a fleady Courf^. 


Now Twenty Years are told ; the youth's a man, 
And he has run two Inches of his Span. 
His Blood now nimbly couries thro' his veins. 
And vig'rous Life all thro' his nature reigns. 
Headlong he drives along the fiow'ry way. 
Where Pleafure leads, and where the Graces play. 
With Bacchus he his jovial Soul regales. 
And future evils on himfelf er.tai's, 
Venus his goddefs, too, muil be ador'd ; 
A Youth without a MiiL-efs looks abfurd. 
His Hoars are fpent in Gaiety and Love, 
Refolv'd the various joys of Life to prove. 
Thoughtlefs he ranges on from Scene to Scene, 
Wild in his Courfe, his PaiSons feel no Reign ; 
'Till by experience he has dearly bought, 
He \^ts his Errors, and is better taught. 

[ 182 ] 

...• VV' V' V' V'V* VV'V'V* • V' V* Vv*V" V V V V* 







The Youth is now advanc'd to Man, 
And thirty merry Years has ran ; 
Reafon mufl now affume her Place, 
And plan the Method of his Race. 

[ iS3 ] 


NOW rhe Yonth^s a Man complete, 
And his reafon is mature ; 
Now he fees what's Good and Great, 
What will Happinefs procure. 

If Ambition fire his Soul, 

Arms and Battles fweetly found ; 
Who his Courage can controul, 

'Till with laurels he is crown*d ? 

If a ilirfJous Life he chufe, 

CJofe he plies his Bo<»k and Pen ; 
Thus devoted to. the Mufe, 

Sotm heUl rank with learned Men, 

Reflexio n. 

Now he is ripen'd into proper Age, 
And Thirty Years has acled on the Stage, 
Kis Strength's mature, his Senfes are in Prime, 
To fwig full Draughts of Plealure now's his Time ; 
Yet with more Caution than he did before, — 
He views the Dangers e're he trufts the Shore. 
Ambition now begins to prune her Wings, 
And in his Ears the Trumpet's Clangor rings. 
Honour invites him to the fanguine Field, 
Where noble Fame (hall crowning Laurels yield* 
Or rural Sports his jocund Heart rejoice. 
Hears the ton'd Horn, and Beagles jolly Noife ; 
Mounts his brave Steed, and follows to the Chcce, 
Nor Hedge ncr Ditch his winged Courfer (lays. 
Thus as his Genius leads, or Paffions rule. 
He lirives to pleafe the Humour of his Soul. 



At Foi-ty we become fedate, 
Steady in Action or Debate ; 
Error and Truth diftindly knoAVj 
And then are wife, if ever fo. 

[ iS5 ] 

Middle Age, 

HOW ileady burns the Taper, Life, 
When Youth by Age is cool'd I 
Reafon and Pallion end their Strife, 
By Wifdom over-rul'd. 

The Man, by long Experience taught. 

To ripen'd Knowledge grows ; 
His Judgment chufe§ what it ought. 

Nor is deceiv'd by Shews. 

His calm Reiledion what is paft 

Impartially reviews ? 
Condemns the Follies once embrac'd. 

And Truth alone purfues. 


To fober Forty he at length's arriv'd ; 
Wonder of Mercy that fo long he's liv'd ! 
Reflexive Reafon now afTumes her Place, 
And pafTes Judgment on his former Days, 
Sees all the Follies of his paffed Youth, 
Difccrns his Errors, and adheres to Truth. 
If Virtue was the Objed he purfu'd. 
With double Pleafure enjoys the Good. 
If Vice and Folly have engrofs'd his Prime, 
Refolved Amendment fhall redeem his Time. 
With fteady Purpofe he what's Good feledls. 
What's Bad, with Refolution firm rejects. 
By long Experience taught. Mankind he know?. 
Nor can their Fallacies en him impofe. 
Firm is his Faith, and fixed as a rock. 
And bcarj pmnoyed the fevered Shock. 

[ 186 1 

The Sun from his Meridian Height, 
Gradual defceiids with weaker Light : 
Of Fifty turn'd, Man down-hill goes. 
Till a mere Shade oji Earth he grows. 

[ 187 ] 

Declining Age, 

ABOVE one Half my Taper's gone ; 
My Noon cf Life is pad ; 
The Frui't falls off, the' lightly blown v 
i travel down in Halle. 

I feel my Vigour in Decay ; 

My firong-wrought Nerves unbrace ; 
My Limbs will not my Will obey ; 

I muft give o'er the Chace. 

Youth and Manhood both adieu ; 
- Me long ycu have employ'd ; 
Your choicell Pleaures I review. 
No more to be enjoy'd. 


To Fifty Man with much ado is come ; 
Above Halt-way he's travell'd to his Home. 
The Road is down-hill now, he'll walk a-pace % 
Soon he'Jl have run has long and labour'd Race j 
His wafting Candle more than half is gone ; 
His fprightly Morning's fpent ; 'tis Afternoon. 
The Fruits when ripen'd on their Mother Tree, 
In Autumn falUng to the Ground we fee. 
Thus Man, fo far advanc'd, will furely feel 
His ftiff'ning Joints reluctant to his Will. 
His wafted Juices will no more afford 
Thofe ftrength'ning Succours which to Life accord. 
High Time it is Accounts he ihould adjuft 
Betwixt his Soul and God, and fee his Truft 
Be well difcharg'^d, and what'arehis Arrears, 
That Death may not arre^ him in his Fears. 

[ iS8 ] 


Sixiy is come, with Silver Locks,- 
Death at his Door gives warning Knocks : 
Nature and Strength are both decay'd j 
His Deatli-bed too i« reitd^y iifede. 

[ i89 ] 

Old Jse. 

LOW is the wafted Taper grown. 
Which late fo vigorouPiy fhone j 
The lengthen'd Snafr doei dimly burn. 
And Toon will link into its Urn. 

Death fhake the Tree with clafping Arm?, 
The Fruit and Leaves fail off in Swarms ; 
Naked are left the Trunk and Boughs, 
Expos'd to cv'ry V/ind that blows* 

So Man at Sixty v/hen arriv'd. 

Of all his Glory is depriv'd ; 

J or then h^s Strength and Beauty's gone. 

And nothing's left bat Skin and Bone. 


Sixty 13 come, with all its Fraikies too, 
A bending Body, and a furrovv'd Brow, 
The Tree now quivers wich a Zephyrs Breath r 
The Fruit and Leaves fall oif — tis fhcok by Death, 
Forward he look.% and thei-e the Grave efpies. 
Another S ep ortvvo, and in he lies. 
Ir he reviews Iiis various Scenes of Life, 
V.'hat can he fee but Fo'ly, ^An and Strife ? 
If on the St;ge he ?.^ti\ weil hi.-; Part, 
'Twill be chearing Cordial to his Heart ; 
C'hearfjl he goes, defccnding to the Grave, 
Ki> Body's Pvcfr, and Heav'n his SohI will have*. 

[ I90 ] 



TKe Sun at laft is funk below, 
A feeble Glimmer's all his Shew- 
So Man, to Seventy arris 'J, 
Can only fay, / once hav^e Uvd. 

[ 191 ] 

Alaris lajl Stage. 

rHE v^nufFhas almoft reach'd its Um ; 
Cicudy and thick its Light ; 
miy you fee the Taper bum ; 
'Twill icon be out of Sight. 

Man advanced to the Stage 
Of Threefcore Years and ten ; 

Drn out with Labour, Cares, and Age, 
By Death mull clofe the Scene. 

3 manly Brow, where Dignity 

Sat bravely on her Throne, 
rrow'd with Wrinkles here we fee, 

A ghaflly Vifage grown. 

5 Head and Hands, with Palfey fliook. 
Their Offices have loA ; 
1.^ feeble Legs, and fearful Look, 
Is all his glorious Boafl. 

Reflexio n. 
'Other Inch of Candle left ? there is, 
o' now reducM almoft to Snuff and Lee?, 
i what is Man to Seventy Years arrivM ? 
N\ hat can he fay, but that / cnce hwve livd. 
H'-- faplefs Trunk, now wither'd and decay'd, 
at is it but an Ever-Iengthen'd Shade, 
aen Phabus finks below this Hemifphere, 
•id only fome weak fcatter'd rays appear ? 
'n fuch is Man, by hoary Age o'crtook, 
*^trength and Vigour and his Limbs forfook, 
boafte^ Glory can no more be feen, 
d fopn he'll be, tho'he ne'er had been, 



^hh day is Puhlijhed, Frice 1 5s. ShUilugs unbounded^ or 193, 
niutly BouKd in Calf and Lettered ; 
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